It looked so inviting. After a week living with the hill tribes the idea of some well cooked french food was so appealing.
We were given a table. Then the trouble began. It was alike a comedy sketch. "Ill have the Toulouse sausage...". "we're out of that". "I'll have the Charcuterie plate "we're out of that". I'll have the cheese..." we're out of that.... I mean what sort of French restaurant runs out of cheese.
We settled on Andouilette. I love Andouilette. It was a brave choice, but this was a french restaurant and the one place that knows how to do andouilette is the French , right? Wrong.
Then we were asked to move to the Bar as the Manager wanted the table for friends of his who had "pre-booked". It soon became evident that this was no such thing, and as we struggled to sit and chat at the bar, they continued to be rude, noisy and then spent most of their time outside on the pavement drinking with the manager/owner. We could have had the table and been out of there.
Then we were told the Beer had run out. All of this was at 7pm in the evening - not like they had had a run on covers for the evening.
Then the Andouilette arrived. It was disgusting. Cold, rubbery and terrible presentation. It was served with mashed potato that was lumpy.The manager was called and he just did that arrogant Gallic shrug and said " it's Andouilette" as if that solved the problem and third world debt all in one simple explanation. No apology, no explanation and clearly no discussion
As we left, we had to push past the Manager and his friends who were blocking the way and didn't even a) move or b) ask us if we had enjoyed our meal. Smart move on the latter point because I might have given him both barrels.
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