Things, visually, are busy inside Fourth Village's restaurant around 2pm on Saturday afternoon. Most people, and there are a lot of them, have reached the chatty meal well under way stage of lunch. Outside, looking across Mosman square and up over the carpark - best ignored - the palms trees set out the wind speed.  Beaumont might have created a classification system for palm trees if he lived in Mosman.  The casaurinas and winter bare branches below are all fine to contemplate while I set aside the sketch for the time it takes to polish off the grilled eggplant, beetroot and buffalo mozzarella salad.  The buffalo mozzarella's soft freshness is fine foil to the eggplant's concentrated auberginity. The beetroot seems to have shrunk by baking, but in a good concentrating way. Soon, even the amply supplied  baby spinach leaves have dissappeared.   Crowded,  congenial, a balance of fresh produce and an Italian flare, it is very easy  to lunch here.