Karim Bourgi
Google
I visited Clover Grill today, a place I once considered one of my favorite steak spots in Paris. Unfortunately, the experience fell far below expectations.
To start, they served the baguette without butter—in Paris of all places—which felt very unusual. I ordered a filet mignon cooked medium well, but it arrived dry and tough, as did the steaks for my wife and son. The steak knives were almost useless, struggling to slice through the meat. I recommend the restaurant seriously reconsider their knife quality.
On a positive note, the mashed potatoes were excellent. However, the biggest shock was the dessert: I ordered a chocolate moelleux with ice cream, only to find it priced at an eye-watering 38 euros!
The final bill came to 397 euros, and frankly, for that price, I expected far better quality and service. Mr. Piège, if you’re charging this much, every detail—be it the food, service, or dining tools—needs to reflect care and honesty.