This of course made our former table mates a little hurt since they may have thought we didn't like their company, which actually I didn't. But alas, I ate relaxed for the next 6 days. The service from the waiters, busboys, wine stewards, etc. is so lavish, that you are embarrassed at how much attention these people throw on you. It actually felt like it was too much attention. I seem to spend a lot of time watching how other people react to this type of service.
Some people expect it, others are appreciative.
I felt awkward and sorry for the people who waited on us. I like most people like to be waited on but this is crazy. Maybe I don't get out enough but after each meal the waiter had a special device which was used to scrape crumbs from my table. It was a nice touch but it made me feel a bit sorry for him. It's just hard for me to sit there watching another human beings scraping crumbs off my table linen while knowing his family and children haven't seen him in ten months.