1 /5
Rating
★
not being enthusiasts of hard rock but still starting for new discoveries, we were tempted by the very positive comments read here. So I reserved a table, as it should be, specifying, given the outside temperature of the moment I wanted to avoid having a table next to the front door. I was assured that I was not worried and that we would be placed in the back room. What a surprise, when we arrived, to hear that the table of the bottom had finally been retained for a large group and that... so we would be installed next to the entrance door... which opened in the direction that kills! the following: what a surprise to see that we could offer medium-ageing tarts with reconstituted chicken and a well-white industrial wand... all planted under an unfathomable layer of melted cheese that masks you all the taste of what is on the tart that has put 45 minutes to arrive on the table. So we had all the time to freeze well... at the rhythm of the incessant entries and outings of the smokers.... we even had to zapper dessert! and not even a word of excuse or a glass of wine offered to soften all this! what sense of trade... from booking to departure!