Post by phread on Mar 28, 2007 12:28:34 GMT -5
Sunday night we went to Le Comptior. That is the immensely popular neo-bistro that everyone is dying to get into. It is easy on Sunday night, however, because they don't take reservations.
This is my third visit. The food is good. It is very traditional, heavy French food, which I tend not to enjoy, so I don't find the food great. Lots of pig products, which again, are not really my thing. But it is so d**n popular I keep going back, hoping for that "Ah ha" moment in which I finally understand what all the hoopla is about. Still don't get it. But what we did get was a doule serving of Super attitude!
After an evenign of barely competent service (wrong wine, confusing orders from one table to the next, etc....)
1) They served the bill with our coffee. Seemed like they wanted to get us out of there.
2) The Japanese couple next to us asked for the bank card machine. 15 minutes later they were still waiting.
3) We asked for the bank card machine. She said that she'd be right back with it. 10 minutes later we were still waiting (the couple next to us was still waiting as well).
4) Husband simply could not wait any longer, so he went in to the bistrot. The hostess immediately started yelling at him "Ça se fait pas, M" H replied that he was sorry, but had been waiting for 10 minutes after she ahd PROMISED to be right back. She continued yelling, saying that he was not speaking to her correctly (at this point let me say that I was en terrasse, heard none of it, but am guessing that he tutoyed her. Fine with me, she insisted on speaking to us in Eng. the entire evening, so grammar errors were almost required!). H replied, "Go to hell, alors, ça, c'est plus correct?" She took his card, "allowed" him to pay and my man stormed out. All in all a very entertaining evening.
I recounted this story to a friend who knows the place well and she informs me that the hostess has something of an attitude against Americans and that she has witnessed them being abused more than once, but they don't usually get it. I guess this time she finally ran into some N. Americans who knew better. Whatever. I am still waiting for the "Aha" moment, but it will probably be a long while should I ever return, although I am beginning to suspect that the Emperor has no clothes!!!
This is my third visit. The food is good. It is very traditional, heavy French food, which I tend not to enjoy, so I don't find the food great. Lots of pig products, which again, are not really my thing. But it is so d**n popular I keep going back, hoping for that "Ah ha" moment in which I finally understand what all the hoopla is about. Still don't get it. But what we did get was a doule serving of Super attitude!
After an evenign of barely competent service (wrong wine, confusing orders from one table to the next, etc....)
1) They served the bill with our coffee. Seemed like they wanted to get us out of there.
2) The Japanese couple next to us asked for the bank card machine. 15 minutes later they were still waiting.
3) We asked for the bank card machine. She said that she'd be right back with it. 10 minutes later we were still waiting (the couple next to us was still waiting as well).
4) Husband simply could not wait any longer, so he went in to the bistrot. The hostess immediately started yelling at him "Ça se fait pas, M" H replied that he was sorry, but had been waiting for 10 minutes after she ahd PROMISED to be right back. She continued yelling, saying that he was not speaking to her correctly (at this point let me say that I was en terrasse, heard none of it, but am guessing that he tutoyed her. Fine with me, she insisted on speaking to us in Eng. the entire evening, so grammar errors were almost required!). H replied, "Go to hell, alors, ça, c'est plus correct?" She took his card, "allowed" him to pay and my man stormed out. All in all a very entertaining evening.
I recounted this story to a friend who knows the place well and she informs me that the hostess has something of an attitude against Americans and that she has witnessed them being abused more than once, but they don't usually get it. I guess this time she finally ran into some N. Americans who knew better. Whatever. I am still waiting for the "Aha" moment, but it will probably be a long while should I ever return, although I am beginning to suspect that the Emperor has no clothes!!!