Sarah H.
Google
An experience – but unfortunately one to forget.
I visited Le Café Zéphyr in Paris in early May, and it took me two full months to calm down enough to write this review.
The spaghetti carbonara? So uninspired, I was tempted to step into the kitchen myself – and trust me, I can’t cook to save my life.
Then came the wine. We politely asked to try two of the house wines before choosing a bottle – something perfectly normal at most restaurants. But here? It was met with eye-rolling and resistance. I eventually got a mere whisper of a sip. Despite that, I still ordered a full bottle (because, you know, being polite), which was then casually placed on the floor without a wine cooler. Très chic.
And the best part? The bill included the food, the bottle, and two full glasses of wine I never had. After some back and forth, they removed one of the glasses from the bill. How generous.
No tip, no return visit, no excuses. Paris is lovely – but next time I’ll eat elsewhere.