Ar - Villepinte

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

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.