It was our first trip to Carmel. My french wife and I were excited to check all the amazing restuarants in the area, and the French restuarants topped the list. We decided to take in our first culinary experience at the L'Escargot. Wow, were we ever disappointed and shocked.
This was by far the worst experience either of us had encountered in our many trips too hundreds of resturants around the world. The food was less than average in quality and the treatment we received was nothing short of bizzare.
From the outside, L'Escargot stood as a quaint little building adorned with flowers in a quiet neighborhood. Upon entering, however, our opinions began to change. We always enjoy the variety of smells coming from the kitchens of fine restuarants, but here, we were greeted with the foul smell of old carpet that had survived a few too many plates of spilled golash. No one was around except for one lone table against the wall. We stood there for several minutes, when finally the hostess arrived and with barely a greeting or a smile pointed us to a table in the corner. We were determined to enjoy our evening and settled into our seats at the nicely appointed table.
We placed our order of Escargot and the Filet with peppercorn sauce. After a trip to the bathroom, however, we began to feel a little concerned about health hazards. One could literally scape the dirt off from around the sink with a French butter knife. In fact, one of the knives at our table looked as if it had been used for this very purpose. The loaf of French bread arrived but was bland in flavor and obviously not baked there, but too our surprise, was what one would purchase at the local Aldis grocery store. A fine restuarant can usually be judged by the bread they serve, but the worst was yet to arrive.
Just minutes after we placed out order, we decided that we did not want to risk our evening or our health, so we informed the hostess (waitress, busboy), that she could deliver the escargot to us when ready, but to please hold off on cooking the steak while we decided if we would stay or go. She came back to the table and informed us that the cook had already began cooking our medium-rare steak. This was well before our appetizer had arrived so we doubted the veracity of this excuse. The escargot arrived, and aside from being served in the usual 1980's style of the fake snail shells, still looked appetizing to two hungry patrons. That changed quickly after my first snail. It was literally spoiled. I suppose that they thought with enough butter and garlic, they could cover up anything. Being a physician, I had seen too many cases of food poisoning to allow myself to be the next victim so I advised her not to partake of the spoiled crustaceans. Thank goodness we had canceled the steak order, as I could only imagine that it had been sitting in the cooler since 2006.
About this time, an unshaven, overweight fellow came from the kitchen in bluejean shorts and a too short dirty red T-shirt. He asked us if we had ordered the steak, too which we replied "Yes, but we had changed our minds, not wanting too offend over the putrid quality of the snails. It turns out that this "gentleman" was actually "Chef" Loutas. He abuptly removed the snails from the table, confiscated our plates and glasses and told us our meal was over and to leave immediately. Talk about shocked! Loutas is a "chef" of a fine French restuarant? His imagination in this regard is only surpassed by his rudeness and aggression. Here is this unshaven, ill-mannered man, looking like he had just come in from the local baseball field with his Budweiser-filled beer cooler, telling us to leave his essentially empty restaurant, because he might have lost one steak order that would have undoubtly gone back into the dark recesses from which it came anyway. We left as he stood threateningly in the doorway.
Looking back, I am sure he did us a great favor by allowing us to put an end to such a tortuous evening, but I truely believe that this man has some psychiatric issues and should be medicated. He should certainly not being working in the public sphere risking making people sick with rancid food, in an effort to turn a profit. (Yes, I had diarrhea for two days thereafter, from that one rotten snail.)
My advice to anyone looking for a nice place to eat....ignore the other reviews and avoid this place at all costs. There are much better establishments throughout Carmel, CA without risking a trip to the ER, or subjecting yourself to the mental instability of a French Chef wannabe. read more