"Though not presented in a typical live album fashion, the collection is surprisingly light on Palmer's solo ukulele songs and confessional keyboard jams, saving most of them for the last third of the album and even then prefacing most of them with long explanatory introductions. The atmosphere of a dimly lit, tiny concert house is captured perfectly in the warm and wine-seeped songs and stories, but the self-indulgent presentation becomes tiresome quickly, especially in the moments of overly fawning remembrances and precious duets between Palmer and Gaiman".