After trying to eat at Pain Vin Fromages (in the 4th arrondissement) and being told that the wait would be 2-3 hours at around 7 p.m., we decided that we had to go somewhere else. AT and I had a mélange of friends in our midst, some mine and some his and none knew one another. In addition, one of my friends actually had her cousin tagging along, whom I didn't know. So it was kind of interesting to think how we would all interact.
To set the backdrop of how the night unfolded, mostly at Le Plomb du Cantal, I have share with you how things started out. It was a lovely Saturday afternoon and AT and I got to see and patronize the famed bookstore, Shakespeare & Company. We bought about 8 books, lots that were either quite hefty in page count and/or hardcover. It was a bulky and weighty bundle we had to carry about (in 2 bags) and truthfully, it was a total nonissue as we explored the Notre Dame afterwards and walked over to the 4th arr. to get dinner after walking around Île de la Cité (the island in the Seine River) to kill time and find Bertillon ice cream (which I lucked out in doing). We were pretty hungry but as we got closer, AT's good friend texted to tell us about the lengthy wait to be seated so we decided to hang around so that my friend's cousin could meet us there then we left.
It had started to rain. Remember that we had books with us? Eight of them. Yeah, I started to panic ever so slightly, with my agitation level increasing with every drop of precipitation and every step in a direction that I was not informed of. I had no idea where we were going and only had the reassurance from AT's friend's girlfriend that it was a quick walk from where we were. Well, it is now clear that French people walk a lot because even for someone who isn't a full-time couch potato, I thought the walk was substantial. Maybe it was because it was raining and I normally don't like being outside in the rain (because I probably have arthritic joints and get all achy when it rains, which means I can never be that careful girl who tosses her rain-drenched hair about in pure bliss). But add in that I have beloved books made of paper that gets ruined by moisture from an amazing bookstore with cool stamps inside and the walk was seemingly endless. (Uh, I'm ashamed because out of curiosity, I just checked Google Maps and the walk was about 3/4 mile. Shut up. It was raining and I had books. I repeat, I had books.)
Let's say I was in a pretty sour mood once we made it inside. It was warm and we got seated right away, which was a welcome relief indeed. We got walked upstairs by the hostess and got placed in a huge booth. Nice, especially for our party of 7. We all removed our wet coats and scarves to hang them to dry, got cozy, and checked out the menu. Apparently, this place is known for aligot and truffard, which are both cheesy, garlicky potato dishes--with the former more of a mashed potato and the latter more akin to the potato au gratin with the cheese level notched up 10 levels) so we all knew that we'd go for some protein with one of the two.
My problem is with the server. What a b**ch. Seriously, for her sake, I hope she was dealing with something unpleasant (like maybe her period, for example?) and had that crappy attitude as a result. If she is like that all the time, one day, she is going to get slapped in her face. She was very short with our party, especially because she noticed that not everyone was French nor were we all fluent in the language. This wasn't so much a problem for me, because I had AT communicate on my behalf, but my friend and her boyfriend do not speak a lick of the language and asked questions in English. This must have peeved her immensely and service went downhill steadily the whole time we were there. The food took a very long time to come out. Once it did, it was truly excellent. I got some type of sausage and the serving of truffard (which is what we all decided on) was beyond generous. I mean, holy moly. Larger potato portions than you would probably get anywhere in the U.S. as a normal side. The truffard was cheesy and decadent and it warmed up our bodies after our 20-minute trek in the rain.
When we left and paid with a mixture of food vouchers (that employers give to employees to subsidize their meals), paper bills, and coins, we encountered another problem. The server actually demanded that additional money be paid because she did not want to count out the coins. What the flying f**k?! Yeah... We were all pretty annoyed and tired by this time and while AT tried to argue with her, his friend calmed him down and told him to just give her a Euro or two so we could all go.
So while the food easily gets 4 to 4.5 stars, the service was 2 stars. Maybe if you go with a party that consists of everyone able to speak French, you may have a better experience. Us English speakers were not rude or obnoxious at all and the server just punished tourists visiting Le Plomb du Cantal. read more