Nice place: clean, nice seating and tables, music not too loud. We were all able to sit at one table, which is always a bonus. A wall separates the "Pub" from the "Eatery" area, which is nice. I don't know for certain if that means minors are allowed in the Eatery, but I think so. I didn't see any ashtrays or smell any smoke. If I have any complaint at all about the atmosphere, it's that all the dark wood soaks up the light, making it rather dim in there. Service was hit and miss. The waitress wasn't content with how many fries she gave me at first, so brought out an extra plate: too bad they were soggy. She was rather gruff, though. When I ordered "chips" with my reuben, and used the term as written in the menu (fried cut potatoes, as per British parlance, as opposed to "crisps"), she corrected me to "fries". Whatever: I'll be getting the side salad next time, as Chris's looked tasty, and Skiles' "chips" (as the waitress called them) were pretty flavorless. Her helper was very good about making sure our drinks stayed filled. My sandwich came without a pickle, even though one was promised on the menu. The marbled rye was pretty, and nicely thick, so much that I don't much hold it against them that it was completely untoasted. They went a little light on the beef, but there was _almost_ enough to go around. For the time being I'm assuming that the rather minor problems were due to dealing with all 12 of us at once. I'd certainly be willing to try Trafford's again in a smaller group.