2 /5
Bewertung
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located on the 1st floor of a bank, stuck between a macdo and an industrial butchery, between the highway and the express voice, the location already gives the tone even before entering the place. at the reception, a waitress (patronne?) hardly sketches a smile, baragouine 2 words in poor French and tells you a table in a huge room, without heat, decorated in local fashion of ultra low-end furniture directly imported from China. appetite starts to decrease. It accentuates the view of the buffet: products that leave perplexed on their quality and taste. fried products seem to bathe in their fat (confirmed by the only nm I dared to eat). The ravioli are kicking me out from the very beginning....