I do not lose sight of my good resolutions, vintage 2011.
I decided to eat better, to choose quality, good restaurants and especially to discover new!
So I was all perky at the invitation of my ex-boss - Betsy - Visiting Paris: RDV was taken at Saturn, recommended by all that Paris has to food critics.
All my enthusiasm, I arrived a little early. The place is nice, stripped, slightly cold, open kitchen, the room a bit noisy.
I order a Diet Coke to wait. The server looks at me as if I had asked for a glass of turpentine.
"Madam, we have water, apple juice, grape juice or wine ...." Although
. This will water, then.
I consult the menu: 37 euros for lunch (appetizer, entree, dessert).
Betsy arrives. I still have not received the bottle of water. It
control lamb stating that she loves him 'really rosy. " Haughty reaction from the waitress: "Obviously Mrs, lamb is always served pink, in the staring as if she spoke to Mother Denis.
We are promised the waiter ... It finally arrived: "Like what? "Waiting not our answer, he recites a list like a machine gun with the enthusiasm of a teenager reciting his Latin declensions ... He has no curiosity to ask ourselves what we have chosen as dishes ... Good.
The wine arrives a few minutes after entry ... which is terrific, I readily acknowledge.
We are asked to keep our seats: at 37 euros, the dishwasher is back too much, or so it is part of the organic concept "less is wasted?
Forty minutes later, the lamb is served, cooked to perfection!
is called the waitress packs up the lamb in the kitchen. After 10 minutes the waitress returns with the boss. He slams the plate on the table: "The chief will not change its cooking, eat it like that because we can not change anything!"
animated conversation, the boss of increasingly unpleasant, we are treated almost as ignorant of the suckling lamb and always uses. So why do not you tell us the order?
Why not explain politely "Madam, the chef recommends this cooking, if you do not mind the taste and if you do not like, we will propose another dish?"
Chief out of his kitchen, trying to catch the "soup" too late.
My appetite is cut with so much rudeness, arrogance, contempt for customers ...
One rises. The boss harangue us one last time: "You've ruined the service, but we invite you." I hope so because I did not intend to leave him a penny.
I'm stunned. The leader should quickly s associate with someone who respects and loves his customers, and not a misanthropic, neurotic and pedantic.
bad ...
Saturday night, I console myself with Castor in a sure bet: Cibus, a little Italian, 5 or 6 tables, a tiny room which might be an annex to a church wall, immaculate, stripped deco, small oak table. The home also charming and warm as the Tuscan sun, the divine dishes wine and good advice without vanity. When the dishes arrived, we would like "a nice trip."
It should be remembered at Saturn: gastronomy is a beautiful trip during which he must know guide, accompany, reveal.
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