Last night was one of the most memorable meals i have never had. with an 8pm reservation for five at tres canards, the transplanted village restaurant now on 20th street seemed fine upon our entry. Relatively empty when we walked in, it took a few minutes to get the menus along with the wine list. after perusing the wine list i settled on a well priced chateauneuf -du-pape; of course, they were out of stock. Next I shifted down and opted for a simple Cotes-du-Rhone; oops, out of that too. So the waitress offered to pour a couple of Bordeaux they had open; insipid and terrible. $12 in any wine shop. So I saw they had a 2005 Pomerol; didn't know the chateau but it was a good year. The waitress brings the wine and it is the Chateau but oops it was a Pauillac. A simple error on the list, hah. But we opened it and it was just fine. Then the fun began. Now it was only about 8:30PM on a Friday evening and I wanted the saussicon as an appetizer; nope. Okay, opted for soup. Two people ordered one of the restaurant's signature dishes-Coq au Vin; oops only had one portion left. At this point I lost my temper. Some gentleman emerged from the kitchen, never really telling us who he was but offered to buy drinks, owner wasn't around, yadayadayada. At that point the waitress deserted the ship never coming back to finish the orders. Still no bread. And the couple next to us,watching this travesty, up and left. Got tired of waiting; and they even had bread. The waitress emerged, telling us we should just pay for the wine and go. We shouldn't have paid but we did. As one parting shot, this impudent woman masquerading as a waitress told us that we had ruined her evening. Can you imagine!!! So, hounders, let the buyer beware.