Ar - Villepinte

I entered by chance with a colleague of this brewery of the disgraced kitchen, having to wait for the opening of the fair of Villepinte, which is located a few steps from the station. After a wait at the table that would try Job's patience, they served me a rinsed beer and a breast of chicken drowned in a flabby mayonnaise and twisted by a padding of straw potatoes. To close, a really burnt cream, in the sense that it was burned: a finger of ice cream smoked charcoal. I refused to ask for coffee. We count all distracted servers that have forgotten orders, spoiled air, the atmosphere of the medical clinic, and also the caruccio account. Never again.

Not very fast serving at the table, despite the few people. Bring normal on average; serve soup pasta, with a few varieties of seconds.