"A shame... We went there three times, and every time we have the same balance... We like the.situation, but that's all. Last night, a real show... The pizzaiolo in jean, basketball, no apron, no calotte or other, which sniffers the bottom of the tomato sauce joint, with a dubitative air, which falls with the tip of the ladle, which it uses in the wake to garnish the pizza in preparation... Then the phone stuck between the ear and the shoulder at the same time... Waitress sneakers in jeans, not hair... frankly, a sketch... The kitchen? Mixture of coarse and pasty parsley, fish soup without fish taste. soft and elastic bread. The parillade was pretty good. Anyway, never again."
