Le Swing

Un ami de mon chéri nous a proposé un karaoké. Nous avons du nous garer sur la route. J’ai pris un jus de bananes puis un de pommes. J’ai chanté 2 chansons. Une femme alcoolisée a cassé 2 verres. Un homme d’une cinquantaine d’années tapait, dans ses mains et restait près des gens qui chantaient. C’était glauque.

I wish I could give this place 0 stars. A few friends had arrived earlier than me, waiting until I was there to order. Upon my arrival, our server (whom I assume is the owner) told us to order immediately or leave. As I was telling her my order, she cut me off and said she would return.
We were a rather large group, but the bar was pretty empty. We made up about half the crowd. Of the 20 of us, two girls don’t drink and decided not to order anything. They were promptly and rudely kicked out.
The entire two and a half hours we were there, she never came back to charge us for drinks. By the time we were leaving we had forgotten to pay. We were chased down outside. I kindly returned to pay. At this point, I was charged much more than expected. This was because I hadn’t read the crumpled up post-​it stapled to the back of the menu noting that all alcoholic drinks are 10 € during «soirée» and I had expected to pay «soir» prices. The lovely lady’s response to this was, and I translate from French, «any literate person can see this and understand that».
I have never payed so much for such horrible service.