I recently was having dinner on a week night at Clementine, a small French restaurant on Clement Street in S.F. While awaiting the dessert menu, the maitre d' came over and told us that we would have to vacate our table to make room for a party of eight, which required combining smaller tables. We were shocked! We offered to order dessert and coffee right away and finish up relatively promptly, but that wasn't negotiable--he needed the table right away. He said we could finish up at a small table near the kitchen, but we were so disturbed by the treatment that we chose to leave. Clementine is definitely not the type place where one should tolerate that kind of treatment.