OWNER VERBALLY AND PHYSICALLY ASSAULTS CUSTOMER
Please don't support this restaurant.
Not because the food was overpriced and underwhelming--which it was.
And not because, after multiple reminders and confirmations, they somehow forgot to put a candle in my fiancée's dessert for her 30th birthday--which they did.
And definitely not because the food was merely mediocre after so much hype on review sites like this. Wait, did I already mention the less than spectacular food?
No really, please don't support this restaurant.
Because after I went to speak with the owner/manager (tall bald guy with used car salesman grin) about how he forgot the candle, the same candle about which I reminded him right before sitting down at our table, he sent the waitress back into the kitchen to bring out a bowl of sugar with a candle poking out from the center of the mound. It was the saddest thing I had ever seen.
So I bet you're wondering what's up with the title of this review. Well, after they brought the check to our table, I went back to the owner to POLITELY inform him that the whole candle situation was really unfortunate and that we'd be leaving the restaurant with a bad taste in our mouths, pun intended. I thought maybe he would comp us a glass of wine or something. A simple apology would have been just as good. Any other decent restaurant I've been to would have done this without a prompt.
Again, I can't stress how calmly and politely I approached this man, which is why I am still baffled by his response...
First he calls me an *sshole. At this point I immediately remove myself from the situation and tell my fiancée that it's time to leave, but as I'm walking back to my table, baldy steps out from behind the counter, pulls me aside, and whispers in my ear, "Go f*ck yourself."
Look, I know French service isn't known for its courtesies, but I have never elicited a reaction like this from anyone, anywhere in my entire life.
And I really wish this was the end of the story. But it's not...
As my fiancée and I walk from our table to the exit (yes, I paid the check), French Max Brenner actually elbows me in the ribs as I walk past him while he takes an order from another table.
Honestly, I wouldn't have even bothered to write a review of this place if the story ended just before the *sshole comment.
Alas...
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