Violet S.
Google
I used to tolerate Café de la Poste. Mediocre food, but a lively, local bistro vibe with lots of young people. I’m from New York; I love a neighborhood spot. So I brought a group of close friends, all international artists and creatives—thinking they’d enjoy it. Big mistake.
From the jump, the service was jaw-droppingly rude. We waited 30 minutes just to place a drink order, then another 20–30 minutes to receive them. When the rest of our group arrived, service somehow got even slower, while tables seated after us were promptly served. After more than an hour, food trickled out—wrong plates for some, and one person’s meal never arrived at all. When we asked about it, there was no apology—just a flat “we forgot.” Twenty minutes later, they returned to announce they “can’t make it anymore” because it’s “past breakfast time.” We’d ordered during peak breakfast. It felt like they stalled until they could refuse it.
The most iconic low point was when a friend politely asked for a black coffee. The server asked where he was from, he said Australia, and she literally huffed, “oh, that’s the problem,” shot me a look, and stormed off. The message was crystal clear: they pick who gets basic courtesy and who gets mocked.
I’ve never experienced such openly dismissive service. Cafe de la Poste is an absolute joke of an establishment...an SNL skit could be made off this experience.
Sending light and love xx 🌸