Just after 4 in the afternoon I felt a bit peckish and turned into Un Dejeuner a Marrakech to have a light meal. The last guests on the ground floor just left and a pleasant lady of a certain age presented the rather tatty looking English menu. I had chosen the goat's cheese salad which was just the right light refreshment I was looking for to quench my appetite.
The ordered orange juice, freshly squeezed arrived promptly, but was rather luke warm; so I asked if some ice cubes could be added. I glanced at the complicated procedure of adding the ice cubes to the full glass and surprise, surprise the kitchen maid plunged them in with her fingers deep into the glass. A male waiter observed it all but had no qualms about offering to me this mishandled orange juice. Upon my protest the orange juice was changed to a fresh one and I explained that I would add the ice cubes myself with a spoon into my glass.
In the meantime the salad arrived, a rather small affair and on first sight not bad looking. But on second sight I discovered on the tired worst quality lettuce leaves which I would not dare to offer to my rabbits 4 moist minuscule profiteroles of choux pastry in which there was a small amount of white creamy -certainly not melted as advertised- tasteless cheese which did not bear any resemblance to goats cheese. Oh yes, hidden under the welting salad leaves there were 4 minute slivers of smoked duck breast.
Complaining about the absence of goat cheese I was given one of these expert justifications by my waiter, that I might have expected the hard melted tasty goat's cheese served on crunchy toast but they prefer to use the creamy version which tastes so mild you could have mistaken it for La vache qui rit processed cheese.
I had counted at least 6 waiting staff and behind the counter staff, however no "responsable"/mamager could be found to speak to.
If they cannot get an orange juice and a goat cheese salad right - what can they?