Le Twickenham

Food was very good and kid friendly. I have a finicky kid that only eats pasta and butter and they were very accommodating. Duck was good and the fish (Salmon) was great in a white garlic sauce. Other daughter had chicken and pasta, another good dish. Would go back in a heart beat and wish we did…

OK we needed mussels and pomme frites. Didn’t want to eat at the mad house tourist places near St. Michel. We knew this neighborhood from the last time we stayed in Paris. The salad was fine. The mussel order appeared to be 1 kg per person. Great fries. Good people watching. Hard to go wrong with € 12.50 for such an enormous amount of mussels. We would do this meal again in a heartbeat. € 5 seemed a little steep for the beer. Thus 1 star off.

Wandering around Paris 8 mo pregnant looking for a place for dinner my mom and I stumbled upon this restaurant. While looking at the menu we were approached by a lively waiter who explained the specials. We both had the price fix menu for 12.5 €. This included a walnut salad, which was basic but good. I ordered the pasta which was tasty but a bit buttery. My mom ordered the veal which she said was good. The best part was the seats which were very comfortable and a nice place to relax while watching the street traffic.
Disregard the previous comment about paying for the toilet. We were given free tokens to use the facilities.
The wine was a bit pricy at 7 € a glass but good quality. The chocolate mousse was just ok. Could have used some whipped cream on top.

We were delighted when we found this restaurant as it had a 3 course set menu for only 20 euro!
For starters we both had the avocado and prawns. It was okay but not great. For mains we had the duck with pepper sauce and sauteed potatoes. Unfortunately the duck was overcooked and very rubbery, not nice at all. Pepper sauce tasted as if it was from a sachet. Potatoes were okay. My partner had the cheese board for ‘dessert’. Honestly we laughed when it arrived as it was a measly little piece of bree and cheddar on a plate with a leaf of lettuce. Like come on, are we not in France? I have to say though that my crème brûlée was perfect.
Another thing to laugh at was that you had to pay for a token at the bar when you needed to use the toilet… so you lose money and your privacy together? This place has a lot of potential which it is just washing down the drain.

TRES BIEN
Brasserie peu originale mais qui ferme tard et on y mange de la cuisine du terroir pour pas cher. Point négatif: les serveurs sympathiques mais trop démarcheurs.
En conclusion, si vous êtes dans le quartier essayez cette brasserie.
–SHM

Cher, mauvais service, à éviter.

Impossible de né pas se souvenir d’un passage au Twickenham!
Mais quel bordel de merde!!!
OUI j’ai mis une étoile et je m’en excuse auprès des
consommateurs, car la note réelle méritée, c’est 0 ! On né peut
pas mettre 0 ici, le site né le permet pas (pour le Twickenham, c’est
urgent, il faudrait autoriser l’exception), mais croyez moi, la bulle
serait tout à fait appropriée pour ce cloaque!
Acceuilli par la famille portes-​de-​prison, vous êtes servi, pardonnez
moi l’expression, comme de la merde! Les mots ‘Bonjour’ ou ‘Au revoir’
né font apparemment pas partie du vocabulaire local.
La serveuse né fait aucun effort pour se faire comprendre des anglophones,
et son sport favori est de poser les carafes d’eau violemment sur les
tables 1) sans verre 2) en maugréant 3) sans un regard pour la personne qu’elle sert.
Je l’ai vu de mes yeux, la cliente devait être anglaise et j’avais
HONTE! Je n’ai eu que très rarement l’occasion de me sentir mal à ce
point vis à vis de visiteurs étrangers! Très sincèrement!
Quand aux évènement sportifs retransmis en direct sur grand écran, un
vrai bonheur! Pour un fan de tennis comme moi, se voir couper la finale
de Wimbledon au milieu du 5ème Set pour les clips de MCM, c’est le
pied! Un comble, une énorme goutte d’eau qui fait déborder le
gigantesque vase
En résumé, j’ai littéralement foutu le camp (accompagné par les 4 ou 5 personnes qui regardaient le match comme moi) après avoir demandé
à la serveuse s’ils allaient remettre le tennis et que cette dernière s’est
barrée sans me répondre, tout ceci en me forçant vraiment pour né pas
m’en aller soit en lançant le reste de ma bière que je n’ai jamais finie à la
gueule de la serveuse, soit en laissant mon ardoise impayée sur la table,
ce qui aurait été amplement mérité mais ce que je n’ai pas fait parce que,
moi, je sais rester correct