Writing this review per Dr. David’s request. Last night, I chose to stop in towards the end of my solo date and I was sat pretty promptly by my waiter, Dr. David. At first interaction, he seemed friendly but a bit rushed ( it’s 8:30 on a Friday night so that wasn’t surprising). After asking him for sparkling water and a mint hookah he walked off quickly before I could even give him my cocktail order; it was fine though, I could wait. Really, the only reason I mention it is because he would abruptly walk away after each interaction to follow. Whether it be taking my order or dropping something at the table; he’d continuously just walk off without giving me a second to ask for a napkin or anything else I may have needed. He would go straight to the 2 top across from me, seeming a lot less rushed, too. That’s when it hit me - oh, he doesn’t think a solo diner is worth his efforts, got it. Shortly after, the same table across from me was mistakenly given the hookah I ordered. After taking the hookah back, they waited about 10 minutes before serving me back that very same hookah. After pulling it a couple of times, I could tell that the coals were old and had to order new ones. For my entree, I ordered the pickled carrots, goat cheese, falafel, and potatoes. The food all arrived at once, completely crowding the table and once again, the doctor was off to see his other patients before I could even utter a “thank you”. The food was delicious, no complaints on that, and after managing to finally get his attention I asked for my leftovers to be bagged and the check. He looked at me as if my request was unheard of. He repeated it even, “so you want me to bag this up for you?” Meanwhile the table literally has no space to bag my left overs even if I’d preferred to. He reluctantly grabbed my plates and bagged them up in the back. He returned with my bag and a check (aka huge tablet stuck abruptly in my face). After paying via card, I tipped him in cash, generously, as I typically do (I’m not a monster). After this, his face lit up with gratitude, and he immediately requested that I write him a review. I now had earned the privilege of knowing his name. David, Dr. David to be exact. I smiled politely at the introduction and he says “no, really, I’m a doctor!” without missing a beat now his iPhone is in my face showing me his instagram to prove he’s the man he claims to be, and he’s scrolling away, too. Lots of selfies. In a plea to get his feed out of my face I promised him I’d write a review. I’m a woman of my word. After this, he was feeling generous enough to offer me a complimentary ice cream or sorbet- I chose the sorbet, yet, what he delivered shortly after was a glass of champagne. Whatever, I wasn’t going to complain about something that was complimentary in the first place. Despite his “effort of appreciation”, I left Divan with a sour taste in my mouth due to the doctor’s service. Honestly, I was going to keep this experience to myself, but it’s the next day and I just opened my bag to realize he had packaged all my food in one container. And he didn’t bother to pack my tzatziki sauce. Probably won’t be back.