Mark Seiden
Google
the food looked lovely but never got to eat it. they did not respond to an email requesting a table and then said on arrival they were closed for a private event for sunday lunch at 2pm. there were two unfilled 4 tops at that time and the big party seemed to be well into their mains. so far, disappointing but acceptable. but then, the waiter and front of house, a skinny guy with carefully curated facial hair, yelled at me for having the temerity to use the toilet before departing. without permission! i drove two hours to try to eat there. this bib gourmand gets my vote for the nastiest front of house in 3 weeks of touring in France.