L'Embuscade - Antrain

Not easy to find but after making the tour of this small town and many closed fronts we fell on this type of road restaurant where we eat simple for less than 15 euro. The products are of high quality and the value for money is much better than fast food.

In the late afternoon, the afternoon stopped in a small village of the Bretonese town of Antrain to calm the fiancée, which was the most ravaged and began to barrack. While looking at a l'embuscade, he did not go to the corner. He kept me a woman with a view to the viewing of two companions. He began to lull for another place. He marched through the town, empty as all of them came to the church. But there was no one, because it was lukewarm with cleanness. He defended his long-time decision, but the głódz was increasingly successful. He was afraid of good. He returned to the l'embuscade. She was particularly proud of her husband. He questioned whether there is a strong, though the surroundings were not too encouraged (such as poisons in the bath) had two merphras, which had previously been able to excite the courage of the matrona. The answer was positive. And the question answered some hopes—the desire to be at the bar or at the restaurant? The question of the menu barmanka answered, with the knowledge of the memory (e.g., what he got) and may be re-elected. I felt that I could not fight. He suggested that he would be a pole. She was able to pay for her, and she was able to march on the other side of the street to bake. After returning to my home, he gave one of the known merfs. He was quiet and he did not stop quietly. He was elected. The rescue and sealed the rail – smoke. "Tyszne". I am afraid of a głód, I disappeared in the eye of a nemerf after sieving. And the price? The skin of the spasion, starvation has no and in the pocket of the helmet. The damage that the antrain was not yet on the map of the journey.

Very cheap a bit of waiting but overall it remains correct to lunch there is no what extasy but good eating quickly done here.

After 2 hours of waiting, show in hand, we left without eating any dish. The boss said 10 times: it's going to happen but we heard her husband, between two glasses of red, say we weren't in a hurry since on vacation! She told him at least five times what we wanted to eat and he still hadn't integrated. She told us that it was homemade fries so long to prepare but we saw the package of frozen fries placed in the kitchen: you speak of homemade fries! the adjoining table (and only other than us: it is not the affluence that explains the delays) had its dishes in 3 different services: the children first (all adults have typed in their fries 4 hour later women) They had drank all the red wine before they had the slightest dish on the table. and what to say of the omelette served to the gentlemen: real omelette of the mother poulard has she announced by taking a omelette of barely 5mm thick. They must have been hungry again after this "crêpe".Great or eat: the patron of the ambush has chosen: for him it will be drink!

Finally a real little restaurant where everything is done home! a real treat: everything was delicious and copied. The value ratio is unbeatable and the service is with the smile, it was perfect! The basquaise chicken and the tin were excellent, bravo to the chief!