And a conversation about times past. Who we are now, talking about who we were. Memories of flats, cars, jobs - memories of meetings and a journey round Scotland. People. How we change and how we never change. A taste made out of samphire and potato pleasantly but definitely incompatible with the turbot. Mussels and linguini. The wine served by a woman last seen as a teenage girl just home from school. And the modern gadget for phoning in credit-card details - only capable of making its connection if held towards the ceiling half-way across the room.
Out, at the end, into the cool night.