3 /5
Rating
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★
★
Bistrot in a trough that boasts French cuisine and the truth, just that. At the entrance a statue of metal freedom with kitsch airs already produces bad auguries. the owner of the premises kindly leads us to a table between walls in reddish shades more typical of a meublé than a bistrot. the incoming pate is only correct; the escargots, something scarce; the andouillete, very good on a bed of potatoes and vegetables. discreet the wines and very well the desserts, especially the apple pie built from a very fine and delicious layer of leaflet and a baba au ron presumably giant, but that at the time of the truth is only normal and the only thing of enormous size is the blackilly that accompanies it, so great, that it prevents the rum from penetrating into the cake, that is to say giant goose. Rockabilly waiter, very kind, up to the rest of the place. and as we go out, the eiffel tower from the troubling in all its splendor.