Cornutti was our third attempt at finding somewhere half decent to eat in Plett on 5 January. Acknowledgment required walking up to one of the waiters - they would have ignored us otherwise. Having ascertained that they had space, we were denied a bigger table that would have allowed better isolation for the sleeping baby we had with us. Instead, we were seated next to the preferred bigger table where we could see it standing empty for the rest of the evening. While our first round of drinks arrived soon enough and our orders were taken quite soon thereafter, getting a second round of drinks to the table did involve getting up to go speak to two different managers who still failed to get the message to our waitress. I had to get up, see, because attempts to hail a waiter more than once saw them turn their heads in another direction so they would not have to deal with me - yes it was that bad! When out of desperation I clapped my hands to attract the attention of one of the managers, she pulled a terrible face. Yet, having explained the problem probably about thrice over, I have yet to hear an apology for how we were ignored. Any case, once the food arrived, things went a bit better. We had all manner of seafood pastas and they all were exquisite, but not more so than we could have prepared at home or have had at one of numerous other fantastic restaurants all over the country, where good service is not a luxury, but a given. I'd go self-catering if I ever went to Plett again.