A diner from Deerfield Beach, FL
Sep 14, 2012
I just had the worst experience there!
I walked in about three in the afternoon, famished after a long morning and no lunch. No one there. The buffet closed. Eventually Thierry (one of the owners) emerged from the kitchen.
"Are you open for lunch?" I asked. "Or maybe dinner?"
"We are open at dinner time."
"When is that?"
"Dinner time. When do you think dinner time is?"
I was so hungry. All I wanted was some food. And instead, this arrogant Frenchman was playing 20 Questions with me. I counted to 10 and tried to ask a question that would elicit a usable result.
"At what time is your buffet open?"
"At dinner time." With a little smile that told me this twit was enjoying my frustration.
I walked out without another word. Mind-gaming may be chic in Paris but I don't have time for it.
The walls are covered with postings about the owners' commitment to love and gratitude. I would settle for customer service, but didn't get it.
I walked in about three in the afternoon, famished after a long morning and no lunch. No one there. The buffet closed. Eventually Thierry (one of the owners) emerged from the kitchen.
"Are you open for lunch?" I asked. "Or maybe dinner?"
"We are open at dinner time."
"When is that?"
"Dinner time. When do you think dinner time is?"
I was so hungry. All I wanted was some food. And instead, this arrogant Frenchman was playing 20 Questions with me. I counted to 10 and tried to ask a question that would elicit a usable result.
"At what time is your buffet open?"
"At dinner time." With a little smile that told me this twit was enjoying my frustration.
I walked out without another word. Mind-gaming may be chic in Paris but I don't have time for it.
The walls are covered with postings about the owners' commitment to love and gratitude. I would settle for customer service, but didn't get it.
