L'atelier Du Plateau - Vars

On and mange très well. Well accueilli patron très sympa. Je conseille.

Fresh, homemade products, a warm and smiling welcome that ask for more. Value for money unbeatable in the resort. To do and redo.

Not served 1 hour after the order, we change table in the middle of a meal, do not accept the blue card...The dishes are good but all the rest is to review.

Completed... no blue card! On a table of 8Not all the dishes served at the same timeNot all the dishes because absence of products for dishes and dessertsAnd a management of complicated customers for the tranquility of a meal ....Break the dishes served rather well but the rest is not that!!

[A mixed delight...]How to leave Vars without going through one of these many typical restaurants? Well, I tell you that for you who are ignorant of this beautiful destination, it is quite impossible as the thousands of raclette smells, burgundy fondue or savoyarde and I pass on, come and squeeze the nostrils as soon as you dare out the tip of your nose out.Following the wise recommendations of a manager of a small ski shop, my seven condisciples A very friendly little inn with its sun terrace that could fill our hearts with joy for the little white Bretons that we are.I decided, with one of my comrades (great cheese fans that we are) to choose a raclette for this Saturday noon. Unfortunately, little couac, the waitress, who had told us that the dish was made up of a assortment of four different cheeses, finally brought us a single kind of cheese that she had then taken the somewhat confusing initiative of choosing in our place. I couldn't hide my sadness at the moment I confess. But what did not make my confusion when the gourgandine began to kill me. In short, spending this disconcerting moment, I managed to ignore all of this and enjoy these last moments in the resort of Vars in joy, good mood and cheerfulness.A few moments later, I received a plate with a lot of different and varied cuts. The presentation was divine and I was sad to raise myself.Fremulous at first, certainly, the queen of the mountain did not miss her great reputation as a drunken dish for our fragile little stomachs. A succulent charcuterie straight from the butcher's, I felt that the goret had been killed in the morning as much as the meat was fresh. The meule was mellow to wish, I finished it without bronching.But let's go to the dessert for the most temeral of us who dared to put their stomachs again to the test.I made the choice of a caramel panacotta. A risky double-edged bet as the pure butter Breton I am.And it was a pleasant surprise that to discover a scene as delicious as that of my native country. A real pleasure for my taste buds.What about the presentation? Again a wonderful presentation as the englishs say. Without social distanciation I think I would have let myself try to a kiss with the little village's cook to fully thank him. The end of the meal was unfortunately somewhat mixed when we were told that the establishment refused the CBs without being notified before. Since I was never equipped with liquid in my purse, I had to move to the nearby ATM. A small step that my guiboles had a lot of difficulty to do.In addition, when we passed to the addition, we noticed a difference between the prices of the different cards. An error that could be recognized by the employees who rate us at the lowest price! A beautiful commercial gesture like one likes...I admit that I did not praise you on the waitress who seemed to be a beginner, or at least, not to put heart to the work in view of the few mistakes made (melt oil that burns despite our reports (a restaurant server in front of the intervene), part of the undisturbed cover, the tutelage, a forget of the covers for dessert etc). Don't be afraid, in spite of this mixed showcase, you will not be disappointed with food both qualitatively and quantitatively. In hoping that the service will be able to improve under pain, I am afraid, to see a decrease in the turnover of this establishment which, however, could be dignified in this small village. On your covers