We stood outside Le Don Juan for a few moments reading the outdoor menu chatting about our choices, when "Manu" the young maitre d' strolls by and says hello and I return same in french - to which he turns and replies 'Oh you can speak french' as if he's impressed. (Uh.. why would he be surprised by that?)
The restaurant is elegant with white table cloths and a pretty atmosphere, and we note that it's nearly empty which assures we can get the service we want, so we commit. When we sit down inside (after Manou has given surly instruction to my husband about the names of fresh fish on display) this young man actually tells us that Rennes is not part of Brittany! Actually, Brittany is one of France's regions and Rennes is its capital. But in pure spite Manu declares it's not. He grew up there and seems to resent that Rennes is a new sort Paris, having forgotten its Breton traditions etc etc.
Whatever. Manu is a head case but he is also a fine and pushy salesman who talked us into a 100EU dinner. We were delighted with our food - especially as he and the kitchen DEIGNED to create a green "salad mixed" for us against their menu and policy (it was one of the best green salads we've ever had and we told them to make it routinely). We loved the pate, the prawn ravioli, the shrimp risotto, filet of sole on mashers with mussels - and I was also gloriously pleased at the recommended white wine by the glass (Hermitage something - a complex Sauv-blanc type) and my husband loved the house beer (1664 by Kronenbourg).
Whatever to the attitude - BRAVO to the food. We saw Manu out in the street a few times during our dinner; seems he needs to drum up business by being sparky and annoying. All of his other wait staff were polite and wonderful however. I think more people should go to Le Don Juan, with their own sort of attitude and enjoy how it goes.
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