"We stopped there yesterday noon, 22 October, table 30.We stopped there quite often, we take the north/south road and vice versa 12 times a year. Yesterday it wasn’t too much that. A landfill, a lot of people, a lot of work for the team.A charge: hygiene. Damn, guys, sit at that table so you have the angle in front of you. On the left the window amount is hyper fat, full of fingerprints. In front, a terrace with tables and chairs in bulk, some broken. In the corner, the eyes are lifted on an alarm detector full of spider canvases. The little waitress, charming of course, arrives. Why is the team wearing black pants that bring out all dirt? Anyway, she wasn't clean. In the kitchen it goes, with a apron. In service no.We decide to take pan con tomato, map of tapas, and pear/roquefort leafy.The pan, great. Nothing to say. The tray of charcuterie, correct. The leaflet had nothing to leaf: it was warmed, it kills the leaflet. The cromelsquis very well.And the prices, almost 10th a 50cl pressure, it is tooBref a good canteen yes, but a restaurant that was good, but this time it was medium. Finally, the horrifying thing: you pay in CB and at the cashier you get an optional "CB tip" in front of everyone. No, if I pour a tip, it is at my discretion, certainly not because I’m being asked for a public one."
