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Cool bar. great staff. super wide selection of beer. beautiful happy hour prices. trendy ambiente. what is not to love. recommend! read more Cool bar. great staff. super wide selection of beer. beautiful happy hour prices. trendy ambiente. what is not to love. recommend!

A few years in paris, and I have never seen such an rude, illegitimate and unwilling waiter and coworker. Sounds hard? Maybe, but I didn't have signed up on tri... read more A few years in paris, and I have never seen such an rude, illegitimate and unwilling waiter and coworker. Sounds hard? Maybe, but I didn't have signed up on tripadvisor and created an account specifically to share this experience, unless I felt a just...state to do this: namely, to make sure that as few people as possible step into this bar, unless they want a modern Faux hack to punish them. that the waiter was rude, in bad mood or tired, I get that, and if it had stopped there, I would have left it there: a typical parisian waiter. but nay, sad, it didn't stop there. image this: it is the fifa Women's World Championship finale, lowlands vs usa. hosted by frankreich, should I add. we are in a bar that transfers the game to a huge screen, live. the place is far from how it would be packed for the World Men's Championship (the normal, I think); in the did there are even a few empty tables. as we come to the end of the game, the waiter demands that the table beside us (an American family on vacation pay their bill immediately. in shock, the feeling displaced by the place, the waiter declares that with the game ends, everyone will leave at the same time, so it is easier that he is in every bar before it happened. ok, why not, this is not unusual practice here: customer service comes after the needs and cares the waiter. they pay and leave the place, look appalled, with a great sour note on, what should be a fun evening. the game ends. team usa wins. the judge gives the last pfeife. “ZAP!” we have no time to celebrate the players: someone has switched the channel and brought us to business. I stand up and go into the bar to politely ask if it is possible to put the channel back, so we can observe how the handing from the cup. a medium-aged woman who was behind the bar all the time, shakes me without a word. I ask the man next to her who poured some beer when it is possible to switch back channels. “I don’t know, I’m not responsible for the channels.” like a chamber pot, right? I only have one option: our waiter. “Excuse me, is it possible to come back to the previous channel so that we can see the handling of the cup?” I ask. he gives a few orders on his machine. “It’s the World Cup final,” I add, scrubbing, throwing a “yes, but they’re women” and going to another table. he had to sweat. it's so huge, it could be nothing but a sweat. So I'm going back to my table and I think he's obviously switching over to the woman cup again. but no, we still watch advertising before a man's football match. a dame on the table next to us complains, murmurs under her breath “that’s nonsense.” I stand up and call the waiter out as quiet and polite as I can: “Excuse me, could they please change the channel back?” to which he reacts: “No, there is another game, and others want to observe it.” I look around: it is still the same amount that was here for the final (if at all, some people had already gone, and no one came in again. “We came here for the final of the women, and we all here, we want to see the handing of the cup.” When he grabs empty cups of beer, he looks at me and declares with his dead kidnapping that “We are not all rooted for the USA.” let us take a little time here, my lady and herring to appreciate the beauty of this idiotic rhetoric. Do you enjoy this as much as I am? So please, make sure they check in with the waiter before any further game to make sure they are on the same team. maybe they get better service than us. Anyway, my friend (who also wrote a review about this experience, didn't let this pea-brained commentary pass, but we also knew directly that the smartest thing was to do, pay and leave as soon as possible, and don't waste it energy and rub on a lost cause. mr. waiter has kept a smirk on his face everywhere. he stayed cool and didn't make any more comments when we paid. I will praise one thing: his passive-aggressive endurance to kick all of us out of the bar. it was fast and permeable as I had not experienced since my early childhood when I fought with my sisters in front of the television. for he knew he would win all this. he had done it. he had the remote control.