I made an appointment in eager anticipation of a delectable French meal, only to be bitterly disappointed.
Why there were 5 and 3 stars given for this rather less than ordinary establishment is hard to fathom, perhaps the sands of time eroded what was.
A tough and clearly poorly defrosted Sirloin that claimed to hail from the Scottish Highlands had either seen better days, or was badly treated by the chef. Tough and chewy, with a cold raw interior is the best I could describe it. Then there were the 'sauces'... I was brought two offerings, a slice of garlic butter and some garlic sauce in a small jug. Presentation, people is what the French are renowned for, not a roadside truckers stop, yet that is how they came! Perhaps that detracted somewhat from the 'shop-bought' caterers bulk feel and taste, but I only managed a taste of each on the steak, and left the rest for whatever fate awaited.
I've not mentioned the starter, which was Duck pate on 'warm toast'... neither proved true.
The final insult was in the short supplied 50ml wine, which eventually came with the main course, already poured, and 10mm below the official 250ml marker line.
Hunger and the hour demanded sustenance, or I would certainly have politely asked to be excused without consumption of the fare. I have been stuck in Brighton late once before and had to appease my pangs with the fish and chips variety, and was loathe to go there again.
Perhaps someone, maybe Angela B, who rated this place highly, could pay another visit and suggest they up their game to former glory days.
Lastly, I noted a French family that were staying over at the establishment, very down in the mouth at the chicken dish they were served, and refused any further offering from the menu, opting rather for an immediate l'addition and scurried out. read more