Call me a masochist but I foolishly returned three times to this restaurant...perhaps just to make sure I wasn't just imagining that the staff (even by Paris standards) could be so extraordinarily rude and unwelcoming -- they were. I'll never go back and I will try to dissuade anyone who asks from making the same mistake I did. No food -- no matter how good -- warrants accepting treatment like this. And being as polite as possible and even speaking decent French didn't help.
Worst of all is the woman who greets you (and i use that word advisedly) at the door. She grudgingly showed us to our table and reproached us because one guest was (literally) two minutes late. Things deteriorated from there. We were left sitting without menus (and this happened each time) as if to convince us that we were, in addition to being unwelcome, invisible. While our hostess (again, I use the word advisedly) chatted with customers she obviously knew and hustled to bring them their menus, there we sat, ignored.
When the food arrived -- and yes, it is tasty and the portions generous -- the plates were virtually slammed down onto the table. We wanted to ask: what have we done to offend you? but feared to make things worse. Second visit, same story or similar. Third visit (I know you're wondering, is this reviewer crazy??), Madam was as unpleasant as always and, in addition, a pork dish was served to two of us rare! Fortunately, a French friend who had ordered the pork with me didn't hesitate to send it back. I am embarrassed to say, I don't think I would have done so had she not led the way, that's how ill at ease I felt. Ten minutes later the pork came back, perfectly cooked without reproach. (surprising!). Still, it seems like a huge mistake for a chef to make...
One quick anecdote which gives the vibe perfectly. During our first visit, a few years ago, a boy of about 7 or 8 went to the rest room. After he returned, Madame hurried into the bathroom, came out a moment later and went to the table where the boy had sat back down with, apparently, his mother and grandmother. After a harangue of 30 seconds or so in the middle of the family's meal, Madame marched the embarrassed boy back to the bathroom.
I know I haven't said much about the food which we were hoping each time would redeem the mistreatment, but that's the point. To me, it doesn't matter anymore. If I keep you from having the unpleasant experience that we did, I will not have suffered in vain! There are thousands of restaurants in Paris. Please, find another one.
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