"came to lunch with my wife and our two children on Sunday 14 February 2016 at 12:55. placed quickly but in an isolated place, it took 15 minutes to the waitress to take our orders 2 formulas for children, an adult formula and a dish. After 25 minutes waiting 13:40, the children were more than hungry and the waitress returns to warn us that for the children there will be a delay to warn us, we have not seen anything! Four o'clock a miracle happened, our dishes came! without my wife's accompaniments and pins were too cooked but good, let's not be difficult, we are served it is essential. On the other hand, it is impossible to ask for a carafe of water to the waitress or even extra sauce because it was not possible to find. The plates being dressed at the end of 20 minutes, we wait for the waitress' hypothetical return to order our desserts. 14:40, I rise up to get me, this one finds me face to face and continues to him without even letting me speak to explain that she has 4 tables in front of me and that I am asked to wait for your orders, chief! before leaving the present limit! on this, I address the responsible person who has a different uniform and is behind the body to explain my discontent. I thought that, given his level of responsibility and his age the quarantine that he would show a minimum of professionalism. Instead, I had the impression of finding myself face to a 12-year-old child who would have made a stupidity, who expressed himself as a liar who gave the impression of being on the edge of tears, etc. Despite that, I return to my place where another waitress visibly above his colleague finally took the order of desserts. I'll explain to her while telling her that, given the end of the hour and my disappointment, I'll only be happy with the desserts of the formulas, when suddenly the full metal jacket reappears to remind me that she just told me that she had 4 tables before me! here we reached the summum above all that I had left home the number of gordon ramsays. I explain to the new waitress that I now refuse to talk to her colleague to me and to continue taking care of our table, which she responds positively. 20 minutes later, desserts are finally served by a complete metal jacket! . rushed to flee this evil place that spoiled us the day, my wife swallows her dessert and we ask the children to finish their way back. I'm coming to the cash register to pay, it's too good, too honest or both. where the other teenager had the good taste of making me a discount of 7 €, pitiful! race balances: 2h and 20mn to use the welcome salad, 4 dishes and 3 desserts, to get fucked by the waitress, to have skewers burned, not yet at will, a bed quiafe to share at 4 and a totally ironic excuse. recommendations: not approach this restaurant!"
