Delicious treats but, man, mean, hateful trolls running the joint!!! We went in, said Bonjour, Madame; Sil vous plait; Merci... Pardon, je suis American, je ne parle pas francais...: everything in my small arsenal trying to be polite and this venomous rotund woman behind the counter was not having any of it. While my husband and I made our choices for breakfast, I ordered cafe allonge - (spelled wrong, surely, and I pronounced it wrong and she corrected me, no big deal). The coffee came black and so I asked politely (at least I thought I did!) for cream. Well. That was that. She lost it. "ARRRRGHH!!! YOU HAVE TO PAY EXTRA FOR CREAM!!!!" She then said ... (no, spit is more accurate) something in French through her slithering forked tongue and then stomped off to the back. Her partner peeked around the corner and glared at us, wishing to see these offending beasts that dared darken their doorway. "Oh dear. Let's get out of here." We paid Mr. Napoleon midget at the cash register and left with our goodies shaking to our toes and our heads spinning. "What did we do??" "All the reviews were absolutely glowing about this place and no mention of horrible service?" We fumed over our baguette and chocolate crossiant (Oh My God) that seriously was the most delicious treats we have ever tasted. *sigh* read more