Don’t be fooled by the cute exterior and stylish young patrons within. Appearances are deceiving. This neighborhood bistro and dive bar in the Marais is more dive, less bar. We were served really watery salad and repulsive wine. The wine tasted like powered grape drink mixed with rubbing alcohol. The haggard server scurried around and dumped plates on tables, dismissing any patron concerns with a wave of his hand. We later learned that this place actually had been a beloved local spot until a fire and an belabored insurance settlement forced the original owner to lose her café. Well, the new owners certainly don’t do much at all to win back customers.
David C.
Rating des Ortes: 2 Paris
Ici, on a tapé le gros lot ! Tout pour le prix d’une, mais alors qu’est-ce qu’on déguste… On peut découper un steak, se faire plumer au Rapido, gratter un Morpion, boire un demi, acheter un XIII, etc. etc. Il y a tous les lotos de la Française, on peut jouer tous les jours; peut-être qu’un jour on sera riche, oui mais quand ? Sinon, c’est pas l’éclate. C’est pas non plus le bar qui a une imagination débordante question déco. On a déjà vu ça mille fois partout: on court du guichet à l’écran, de l’écran au zinc et du zinc à la porte. C’est un peu morne.