We have to start off by making one thing clear. Table for 20 is a lie.
Table for 20 is actually, quite deviously, two tables of 20. After trekking through Surry Hills with a few bottles of wine from the Ultimo Wine Centre (future post? ...perhaps) we found our way to the beautiful restaurant that isn't a restaurant known as Table for 20.

Considering the way that it's marketed, the interior is incredibly slick. You are greeted with a large open room with the two aforementioned tables, and a set of metal stairs that lead up to a bar where wine can be stashed and cheese and olives consumed. While we chatted and enjoyed some wine, it was obvious that the owner/chef/dude was running the place on charisma alone, seemingly charming women with a smile. What they see in a confident, charming man who can cook well is beyond me.

Slowly, we made our way to the tables and was pleasantly surprised by two dudes playing music for us in the corner, with some pretty covers of old favourites. The sound of chatter rose in response, and created a pleasant atmosphere of laughter, conversation and excitement. We were duly welcomed shortly thereafter, and the mood in the air was very much one of general joviality and fun.

As good as the food was, the ability of the setting to invoke a good time for all was impressive. The food, with black truffle pasta to start, some monkfish with walnut and pear salad and some crazy awesome roast potatoes, and finishing with a delicious sorbet and chocolate delicious, was certainly impressive. It was a good solid meal, and exactly what the setting called for, and although it wasn't a culinary adventure by any stretch of the imagination, it wasn't necessary. The setting and the manner of the service made me want to kick back and remember how awesome my friends were, and just take a moment to have a decent conversation and see how things are with them. The fact that I got to eat some plump-ass fish is only a bonus.

Table for 20 is a delicious, delightful lie.