The food was great. The service was fine. They even put little decorations on our table to acknowledge our Birthday/Anniversary celebration. Our dinner entre was complete and my wayward bread crumbs were scattered. Would our beloved Crumbsweeper appear? Our cheerful waitress cleared our table with expertise; stacking numerous plates on her arms that demonstrated balance and coordination. Would that be all tonight? Can I bring you a dessert menu? WHAT? You forgot to sweep the crumbs. My heart dropped. A hollow feeling in my stomach echoed the disappointment my soul recognized. The Crumbsweeper is dead................at least for last nights dinner.