This place is a TOURIST TRAP. Yes, Anthony Bourdain ate here a million years ago. In that time, every person and their brother finds this place and comes here to eat some awesome meat cooked on a real wood fire.
My fiance and I were one of these "suckers" who thought it would be positively amazing to eat a meal that Anthony enjoyed on his very first episode of No Reservations.
So we stopped by, made a reservation for the following night and were the first people seated for dinner on a Friday night. We were too excited for this meal and believed it would be the highlight of our week long trip to Paris. Wrong.
After about 15 minutes, we noticed that every single person seated was a tourist. You could hear people talking, introducing themselves at the various communal tables. Montreal, Toronto, Kansas... the list goes on. Fine. So they're making a ton of money off tourists - at least you can see the open kitchen, the fire and the meat being cooked. We paid no attention to the fact that not a single Parisian would step foot in this place - big freaking mistake.
We ordered the escargot and the rib steak for two. We figured this was the way to go.
The escargot was rather nice, with a lovely butter/garlic sauce. We enjoyed the delicious snails that were perfectly cooked. If you come here just for this dish - fine. Order some wine and eat some snails, but DO NOT GET ANYTHING ELSE.
When our $60 USD ($42 Euro) entree came out, we were really excited. This is a bit of splurge for us since we also ordered wine and were expecting to get dessert - so we were willing to cough up well over $100 euros for this meal. The meal comes with some potatoes and salad, but who cares about that when you have a giant ribs steak in front of you.
It was already cut into sections, so we dug in. The first thing we noticed was that it was ALL FAT. We tried cutting a bite off and both tasted the steak at the same time. DISGUSTING.
First off, I'm well versed in a good cut of meat. I've been to a number of world class steak houses including Peter Luger's of Brooklyn. At no point should it be difficult to cut into a $60 steak.
Secondly, this piece of meat was so infused with fat and tendons that you actually couldn't distinguish the muscle from anything else. It was absolutely inedible. I can purchase a better cut of steak at a super market for $6. Seriously, it was that bad.
We called over someone to explain the situation. We knew this was a big mistake and it was horribly embarrassing saying something. We were disappointed with the meal and the whole experience. We're not the kind of people to send food back, but this was way too expensive to not do anything. After explaining to our server who didn't speak a lick of English (which is silly since everyone eating here was a tourist), another server came over to help. He wanted to return the meat and get another rib steak. We kindly declined and asked for the check. If they were going to insult us the first time with a terrible piece of meat, we weren't about to give them another shot. Plus, my fiance worked in the food industry, he didn't trust them to not "tamper" with our food.
The server didn't understand what was going on, so he had to call over who we assume was Robert, the owner. This guy kind of apologized and offered to bring us something different. We declined again saying we were sorry, but we'd like to pay for what we already had and leave. Which is what we did. We were hungry, disappointed and needed to find another restaurant before the night was over.
I STRONGLY recommend avoiding this tourist trap. When my fiance and I asked a few locals who were friendly with us about this place they said this entire block is a tourist trap - think Times Square in Manhattan. The French don't actually eat here for a reason. So take your hard earned money elsewhere and leave this low grade food for people who aren't smart enough to know what a piece of crappy beef should cost.
Sorry Anthony Bourdaine, but it looks like this place went to hell since you ventured here. Now they're riding on the fame from your recommendation. Shame on you, Robert et Louis, shame on you. read more