"At the beginning was hunger: the only restaurant on the Isère val town to accept customers without reservation, we go to nano with some apprehension about the quality of the service, the station being absolutely crowded. Then came the wait: long, in the tiny entrance hall; long still, stuck between the coat rack and other customers; interminable between installation and control socket; worse than anything between the dishes, from the aperitif to the coffee.But let's go through this detail, to the extent that we remain for a good reason, namely that nowhere else we were accepted at the table. So let's eat! Well, everything is absolutely out of price, but we didn't expect a decent rate in a station like Isère's val.Well, once (finally) installed, a badly served aperitif, a waitress lost by the bosses/fishers snoozing on a poor couple of tourists, a maussade manager and hagard, a barmaid who snobblyes us when we try to get her a beautiful painting! and I haven't spoken about food itself yet! Well, honestly, that's going on. It doesn't break any paws at any duck, especially for the price, and it happens at random temperatures, but the taste is correct. We'll have a compelling memory of not much at this point of view.Well, I think we all understood that this place is to be avoided. and among all the tourists tight as sardines at the bottom of the restaurant with which we shared our vital space during the meal, we were not the only ones to think about it."
