1 /5
Rating
★
Just arrived in the entrance hall, a delicate smell of cold tobacco stopped us. We had to get a server to install us. There was no one to welcome us. The meal, what to say... we took the menu at the truffle and we're still looking for it. Without great interest, the brouillade was not the most creamy, all watered with a oil flavored with a bit coarse truffle. The risotto was of an improbable fade. The ravioli were cooking: And we were not yet at the end of our surprises. We thought dessert might change the deal, Queneni! The industrial ice as well as a crumbled paste that I fear home manufacturing were very sweet. This evening was a disaster...