Le Twelve - Nice

Coming today on the occasion of a birthday for a table of 8 people, we pass our order with a very pleasant waitress. The plates are served. We start eating in c... read more Coming today on the occasion of a birthday for a table of 8 people, we pass our order with a very pleasant waitress. The plates are served. We start eating in conviviality, when, attacking my plate, I discover an insect swimming the back crawled under my croque sir. A rather cheerful mood for my colleague's birthday, I give a sign to the waitress, and shows him the octopus slaughtering joyfully in the dressing of my plate. Horrified, this one takes me back to the plate and stops going back to the kitchen, to change my dish I imagine... What the hell! 20 seconds later, this is back, bringing me back my croque, Mr/Fress/salade that I just left, stipulating that she had changed the plate (and the dish?... . Of course, I don't touch anything about what remains of the remains of my 8-legged friend, and patiently wait for the end of the meal, taking me from the sweet illusion of a restaurateur patron attentive to the quality of the dishes out of his kitchens and having the sense of trade. I do not make you wait any longer, I was once again disappointed: the boss is absolutely not responsible for what happens in the plates because I quote: It can happen, and here I am at the crate to settle for my friend the beast his croque meal, sir. I wait outside for the rest of my colleagues to settle their share. The waitress and the cook came to see me and confused themselves in apology, stressing that the boss would make a gesture and that he was very understanding. Unfortunately I had to listen to the image of this golden boss, and explain the reality of this boss, who was also allowed to make comments moved on my back, in front of my last two colleagues who were regulating. To you, the boss of the Twelve, change your shoulder rifle because the trade doesn't forget: 1 satisfied customer he talks to 7 people around him, 1 unsatisfied customer (my case he talks to 20 people around him. I let you meditate on this reflection... PS: I will not count you for this:

Come today on the occasion of a birthday for a table of 8 people, we pass our order with a very nice waitress. The plates are served. we start eating in convivi... read more Come today on the occasion of a birthday for a table of 8 people, we pass our order with a very nice waitress. The plates are served. we start eating in conviviality, when, attacking my plate, I discover an insect swimming the back crawled under my croque sir. I give a sign to the waitress, and show him the octopus that happily slaughters in the dressing of my plate. It's horrified, it brings me back to the plate and prepares me to go back to the kitchen, to change my dish I imagine. Only deni! 20 seconds later, there's the back, bringing me back my gentleman/frites/salade croque I just left, stipulating that she had changed the plate (and the plate?. I don't touch anything of course that there are vestiges of my friend at 8 pcs, and I patiently wait for the end of the meal, fighting with the sweet illusion of a 'I don't make you wait anymore, I was once again disappointed: the boss is absolutely not responsible for what happens in the plates because I quote: it can happen, and here I am at the crate to fix my friend the beast. I'm waiting for the rest of my colleagues to settle their share. the waitress and the cook came to see me and confused themselves in the excuse, emphasizing that the boss would make a gesture and that he was very understanding. Unfortunately, I had to listen to the image of this gold boss, and explain the reality of this boss, who was also allowed to comment on my back, in front of my last two colleagues who were regulating. a you the boss of the twelve, change your shoulder rifle because the trade does not forget: 1 satisfied customer he speaks to 7 people around him, 1 unsatisfied customer (my case he speaks to 20 people around him. I'll let you meditate on this. ps: I don't count on that: