I knew as soon as I ate at United Kitchen that it was too good to last. The Professor and I had the place to ourselves when we were there in April and the chef brought our food to the table when he'd finished cooking it and it was magic.
That chef, Tom Williamson, did a sublime three-course menu for $45, for goodness' sake. It was an Auckland version of your Parisian neighbourhood local bistro (though cheaper and better) and now it's gone.
Tom, mercifully, has not. You can tell from the punctuationally challenged name of this place. It's a bar on the street front, where you can eat snacks or get a full-on feed, but if you ring and book they are smart enough to pick that you may be happier in the dining room (the former United), through the back and down a few steps.
Here you will be attended to by a variety of waitresses whose exuberant geniality can be hard to distinguish from harassment. I fancy I am not alone in sometimes wanting to eat my dinner and chat with my pals without constantly being badgered for our views. More on this next week.