La Marmite - Boulogne-Billancourt

Good, quickly served and good atmosphere! (normal prices)

We felt at home. Extremely friendly waitress and very accommodating owner. We really enjoyed it! Thank you! :

Go without problems, good value for money and good atmosphere...

Good address to drink a drink but something a little confusing happened to me... let me tell you. Context: I was supposed to join my date (named Cunégonde for confidentiality at the juxtaposed bar. We had indeed given ourselves rdv to the Fourmi but being astigmate and not very alert I have been mistaken for landing at home. Too late to change places, I have already ordered and warned Cunégonde to join me. A very trivial and irrelevant mistake would you tell me... Wait till you read the rest because it will have irreversible consequences. We take a first beer on the terrace to meet. Everything's going for the best. We discuss everything and nothing, I make her laugh, she makes me laugh, jackpot, it’s in the pocket. Only problem, it's a little cold. My date therefore proposes me to take a second tour inside because it did not dress accordingly and starts to curl the hypothermia (decidally women. As a good gentleman, I tell him that I have no problem going home to drink a second drink. (It’s not true. I wanted to keep going quietly on the terrace. Once in the bar a server kindly proposes a table for two. Important information, my date sits back on the window overlooking the street and I position myself face to it in order to dive deeper into its beautiful green eyes. I find myself back at the bar and at the central corridor. Everything was perfect until a waitress came behind me to declare this: “I squeeze you something else THE FILLES?”. It wasn't missed. Cunegonde esclaffa delaughter. I did the same to hide my humiliation and not seem to be debriated. How could the waitress confuse me with a woman? However, I am a man of 1m85 in good physical condition as well as a dreadful English boxing practice, it seems to me completely implausible. Cunegonde then called me Thea all the rest of the evening. It was impossible for me to conclude under these conditions. Being a great fan of Andrew Tate I handed over all of my existence in question. I now see a shrink to trust me. However, I put a good note because I am not a rancunier. I write above all these lines to exteriorize my despair.

We just wanted desserts. We were welcomed as well as if we had made a full meal. And this, at midnight 30! It makes you want to come back.