Heh, I went to Seabird a few weeks back and I swear we had the same hirsute waiter who was too cool to write down the order and, yes, we spent the rest of the meal negotiating the release of the other dishes we'd ordered. All without apology like the fault was somehow ours. It wasn't even a complex order. And come on, get the drinks out before the food, it's surely a restaurant 101. How can you cook food more quickly than you can open a bottle of wine?
The food wasn't that bad, but the usual chefy finickiness that I can't be bothered with these days, I'm the sort of grump who likes plain food cooked well and doesn't give a fuck what it looks like on instagram, but the price was eye-watering and the clientele hipster dystopian. Fortunately, I wasn't paying.