"At first, the place doesn't look very clean, but it smells detergent products, the parking lot is blown by huge holes. an old gentleman greets me, rather nice, but a priori not overly sympathetic and a bit hard of the sheet. I specifically ask him if he accepts restaurant checks (I show him a notebook to make sure he understands,) he tells me that yes and that the restaurant part is located right behind. Finally, a waitress comes and asks me what I'm taking. I'm making her realize I haven't had the menu yet. I'm letting myself try a blue burger with a steak supplement. In less than 10 minutes, my burger arrives...and there it's beautiful, it looks good, a priori based on fresh and local products. It's a real treat, it makes me forget the first bad impression of the beginning. When I pay, I get the checker out and then the waitress tells me they don't accept the restos checks. I make him understand that my first question at the time of entering the dinner was precisely whether he accepted them...I explain that the elderly person who welcomed me confirmed that yes. She explains to me that she's sorry, but he's wrong. Anyway, I'm going to see the good old gentleman again and ask him if he had understood my request about the restos tickets and there he looks like he doesn't understand anything by smiling me and asking me to repeat and while I repeat to him, he goes. pretending to go to other occupations. I ended up paying in cash and I went mad, feeling like I was made to be a tourist. I remain mixed with my experience in this dinner. because, without this history of restos tickets, I think I will be on a good impression."
