Mon Père était Pâtissier

I had to be extremely surprised that my very unfavourable opinion does not appear at this stage. That day, we were the first customers and last served. priority to knowledge and other strong speaking bobos. come first and more dessert choices! It's embarrassing to be taken for a ham. Come on.

It was on the way back that I stopped in this restaurant and found the right menu. Welcome by 2 chicks without chichi. I found the meal good and especially the autumn couscous! If I come back to the area, I'll stop there.

Anything but recommended. the father could have been happy and the son would probably have done better to stay at the workshop. reserve: we wanted to book for 7pm, we were told that it was too early! We booked for 8:00. menu: a single table was presented with a choice of entries, two choices of dishes and two choices of desserts, any other card shone by its absence. no question of jumping in or dessert. tariff imposed. food: the rather average food was served with the same filling for fish and meat, hot filling in both cases. 50 grams of fish. She was served coldly on us. but the pumpkin was: service! Two waitress, a bad guy, like the cops. the wicked to the drastic and noisy laugh, brother of these gentlemen in all the passages. popularity was not far. without solicitation, she passes to explain to us on various occasions that the chef is alone in the kitchen and apparently submerged by her unique menu! not to make sure that we are served in the wine. pass with our entrances to three tables before reaching our home. table that comes after, served before. Hence our dishes quickly delivered half hot, half cold. Also note that the bad guy on duty went out smoking his cigarette with a customer. Obviously, it was not submerged. when dessert arrives, we signal the kind that tatin pies are normally served hot or hot and non-cold. She promises to find a solution and here's the bad girl 10 minutes later to ask for accounts. "you want me to warm the tatinated pies" in front of the empty plates, our friend, in a joke, asks him to put them to the freezer and asks him to book us wine. the bad towers in the towers, refuses to serve the wine, considering that we are drogatory, and we plant there! it comes back 10 minutes later with the addition and a cork for our bottle. add that we had not requested and surfactured of 26 €! my husband goes to the bar to report the mistake and becomes as dry as the boss (we must remember him) who suddenly threatens to call the police, creating a skewer in his own restaurant. in conclusion no professionalism in the room or in the kitchen and a kitchen that did not deserved the €65 per blanket that were requested. and a cataclysmic welcome I've never seen in a restaurant all over the world.

Globally a disaster. eccentric reception; various effects of sleeves and various touches, by a lady of exuberant color (I love the radiant gaity of the 'africa, but there I don't feel it. distribution of the input dishes: you know the frustration of the last arrivals are the first served; remark made to one of the waitress (remaining loader, the maladdress is quickly corrected. flat: large description overrated, great disappointment defeat. dessert (hot: cold. When it is reported, the chaos follows: the charming waitress proposes to correct the shooting intelligently, but the patron's lover arrives too late to correct anything, while committing a new sludge, which has a little back in the figure. To change the subject, he is asked to serve us in wine, which she refuses by pretending that we are disparaging. She suddenly arrives with the addition that she was not asked, surfactured by 26€, and a cork for our bottle of wine, to tell us the exit. went to the crate with the wrong addition, quickly corrected by the charming waitress. like the waitress in trouble passes through there and harangues me again; angry, I put him the wrong addition in the shoulder (this is good war, it touches everyone in multiple ways! and there, the cook mixes with great fracas in front of other customers; Plus mistake. I try to speak to him slowly a little backwards to explain the successive mistakes: he refuses to hear me, screams, wants to throw me out, and threatens to call the police. The charming waitress takes my defense and returns the cook to the kitchen. poisonous situation, totally against productive. I'm going back to get my credit card and will pay the charming waitress, which seems totally depressed by the successive incidents. She is sorry for this chaos and for the delightful atmosphere created by the exuberant; I feel that she's ready to make her apron to the point that it might be the case when we got out of that marasmus. The exuberant doesn't have his place in the room. no know how to live, susceptible, grows jurons among the customers, is wrong with table, no class. globally a disaster. I'm not recommending this kind of experience to anyone.

Oh, my God, it's nice. Three years we live next to this pepit. I shouldn't even tell you that if it changes. zamous, 1 kitchen has its fingertips and 1 pleasant frame. bravo bravo