Went to dinner with my ex. Her treat, but I could have passed. Escargo was fair. Have had it in Paris, where it was really special. Not here. Steak was really chewy, finally asked the waiter to take it away. He still charged us, and never offered a replacement, which surprised me. French fries were only passable, and the chocolate mousse was nothing to write home about. I remember Cafe Moustache. They knew how to make a mousse.
I have to go back, as she said I had to try the chicken, so I guess I'm hooked. I felt so bad about the food I paid the check. I'll let her pay next time, if the chicken passes muster. But I'm not holding my breath.
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