Erika L.
Yelp
What is going on at this restaurant of yours, really? After sitting down a waitress came over asking what we would like to drink. Where's the menu? Pretending not to understand, she explained that her co-worker would come over to explain.... But first, order something to drink? Another waiter comes over. "Do you know the concept?" Eh, no? Well, it is very confusing, chose between this or that, three different starters, five mains, oh, vegetarian? Then we offer this fromage plate and five desserts and since you're starving and have already ordered your wine and had half the bottle waiting, it will be utterly impossible to refuse this local family dinner. Water? No, you can get that yourself from the "village fountain" aka the mouth of the rustic medusa head equipped with a motion sensor, found in each and every corsican concept restaurant.
Would you like to pay 50 € for a "home-cooked meal" in a restaurant? Is the simple gesture of upcycled displacement and the conflation (or juxtaposition) of high/low culture that entertaining to you? That is, your fat wallet on a red and white checker table cloth next to a cutting board and bread? Do you need a tooth pick to get that lamb out between your teeth?
I might add that though the price-range is listed between 21-40 €, there is absolutely nothing for the very specific amount of 21.
The moment when a SWINDLER knows that YOU know that he knows that you know that HE IS A SWINDLER .....
When you have a home-cooked meal at someones actual home... do you feel like your being extorted, black-mailed, exploited? When you say "home-cooked" what exactly did you mean by that?
I think it is rather a question of "what is home?" If only to provoke such philosophical queries I would recommend Le 2017.