"When we arrived, the smokes of the kitchen had colonized the ground floor, and that is also why we asked to install the suprior stadium. After sitting down, a server obviously lost patience, we're rushing to order. Once served, the balance sheet is not said: if you order a carpaccio (11 you will serve three slices of buf cuts in ridiculously fine lattes hoping for dry parmesan shavings, all drowned in an olive oil bath. If your choice is on the foie gras (12 you will have the pleasure to taste a pt circle of a qualit mdiocre, much too firm and served with a jam whose sugar rate will explode your glycmic index. For dishes, one of the people of our table wishing to take fries the place of the legumes has asked the server, which rfractaire at the beginning, tells us that it will add it. Lie! The beggie made us crazy. the cute net was tender, but not seasoned, but mostly accompanied by a brown sauce that had no more than obtained than the meat that was healed. in the middle of a meal, if you decide to accompany your dish with a cocktail, the latter will not be able to melt a mint, because they are not in stock on Saturday night. When we decided to take the catheter to put an end to the stem, a cashier asks us if the meal had rained us, a person answers his question by indicating that the meal was medium and the cashier replied, saying that he did not speak the person who answered. do not ask questions that you do not like to answer."
