Ten years since I last ventured into the city centre, but my God daughter fancied lunch there, so after checking she'd be welcome (15), off we toddled. Just a manageable walk from Navigation St parking, it was refreshing to find a couple of lifts in the foyer, and another inside the entrance, always a bonus when you're on crutches! It was 4pm, and just starting to look busy, but the place is huge, it was still the Midland Hotel last time I went! We found ourselves a secluded table, and perused the menu, I'm a fussy ol'bugger, and she likes to be less predictable than others of her generation. We settled on our choices, and as I stood to head and order at the bar, a man mountain of a guy (Mitch) seeing me on sticks, approached to take our order. He sensibly questioned for dietary limits, and quickly advised that my batter covered fish dishes, might not be in best keeping with my Diabetes, and so having discussed some more options, I decided on a slow cooked brisket pie, it was up to me if I ate the pastry(?), and my wee guest opted for Haddock. He brought drinks over too while we waited for our fayre, and the table was soon dressed with cutlery and condiments, by Mitchs alter- ego, Will, a tiny wee fella, full of charm and banter. My pie was proper mansize, piping hot, and the fish lived up to its billing, she wolfed it down. The two fellas, without hovering, or bothering, stayed within earshot of our table, just so that nothing would be an effort for us, and we took advantage of a couple of classic desserts to round off our meal. Both of the lads checked that we were satisfied, took time to chat to us both, and finally, escorted us through the magnificently decorated vaults, and back to the door. The look on my god daughters face as we exited, said it all, we'll be going back again, not always the case. All too many restaurants focus solely on the paying adults, fawning, and hovering, to the point of annoyance, but these lads were completely inclusive of both of us, she loved being expected to interact, and not ignored. Bacchus, you did us proud, and we'll be back!