Mediocre at best. Firmine is located fairly close to the Eiffel Tower, and on our way back to the hotel we were staying at. I looked up the reviews, which appeared favorable! It was also busy, which I tend to believe is a sign that the food must be good/ fresh. The patio was bustling on a Monday evening. We were seated rather quickly which is a bonus. The menu was handed to me rather quickly, as if it was a hot potato game. Per the reviews, it is noted as being good for pizza and pasta. So, that's when we stuck with. I ordered the Pasta Bolognese, and he the Parma pizza. Tomato, mozzarella, Parma Ham, Egg, oregano. When we asked for a wine similar to a wine we enjoy (Malbec, because of its smooth finish, less tannic), she seemed a little irritated. Such is life. We are in France. Those were already my expectations. No offer of anything we could "taste" first, I ordered a red, and he had the suggestion of a Pinot Noir type from the bartender said the server. 12ml glasses. Mine was an Irancy, it's fine, nothing to brag about. (I wonder if "Irancy" means rancid in French) His tasted, well, like the bottle had been opened for a month. I started with the oven grilled French Onion Soup. The first few bites were actually delightful. Toasty melted cheese over top, soup had a real grilled onion taste and not the sometimes typical "dishwater" you taste in the states. The bread underneath was soaked enough but lacked some crunchy edges (from the supposed "grill", more like stale. Oh OUI! I ate about half of it, and then I was over it. Then came our dishes. His pizza could have fed us both. My Lasagna... wait Lasagna?? Um no, I order the spaghetti. I saw the lasagna had terrible reviews... The server told me I order the lasagna, and I said, um no. (Sacre blue!) She looked peeved, then another server/manager (who knows) came by, and said, it's the same price. Oh well then I should eat it, yes? No, please give me pasta. So he rushed it out of my face, demanded to the kitchen loudly "pasta bolognese" and while Jason ate his giant pizza, and into his second slice, my new dish was presented very quickly! Impressed, I couldn't wait to dig in. A deep bowl filled with spaghetti noodles are bundled up like a cute kitten in a ball with Bolognese on top and some shredded basil. The cheese on the table is basic grated parmesan and nothing fancy. I tried to eat it without. First bite, hot as the fire that is blue. Talk about fresh? Lol Well fresh Boyardee, and boy was I not impressed. I tried to twirl it up and manage the "minced beef steak" as the menu reads down the hatch. I ate half of it as not to be rude, but couldn't palate it otherwise. Dessert she asks, NO to thank you. Getting the check was another 30 to 40 min. I'm sure whatever conversation the servers and hosts were having was more important than getting paid or a tip. I suppose they don't tip in France? Is this why? read more