I'm in T'North again. Fortunately at my favourite inn.
They have started checking the register, and 'taking the liberty' of pre-cooling a bottle of Brouilly and asking chef to keep back any game 'just in case' I should like the first refusal.
And unlike every other benighted establishment outside town these chaps know how to mix a decent bloody mary - even asked how much horseradish I would like in mine. Put in a tablespoon of sherry unbidden too.
Service like that is almost illegal. Certainly outside the better London luncheon clubs anyway.