Caitlin S.
Yelp
Ok, this was the worst lunch we had during three entire weeks in France last summer, and that is including a Catalan waiter down in Collioure who had stuck his fingers in our salads to pull out the croutons after we told him once again..."but we can't eat gluten." In French, bien sûr.
I'm not sure what the stars and Michelin ratings are on the door of the Potager des Halles have to do with it or what the deluded positive reviews are all about....but my husband and two sons and I arrived very hungry after the Fourvière. And all I can be sure of is after waiting a while for water... they took a bunch of stuff out of the compost and put it on four plates and called it salade! Some slimy smoked salmon, dried prosciutto, some over cooked and old salmon salad with too much mayo, gray avocado, some wilty rancid greens, some watery mozzarella and some old ratatouille that was meant to be thrown to be thrown out last week...with pine nuts. All piled on a plate. Odd combination. No one inside seemed to be working at all. Except one slightly strange waitress. I am an autoimmune type one diabetic, and when I pulled my pen to give myself some insulin, which I needed to do at the table as it seemed we couldn't go inside (that part was confusing; the doors had tables in front of them and no one inside) the waitress became so fascinated she asked me several times if I was a diabetic or what was I going to give myself? I had my two young sons with me and I must admit I was baffled--did she think I was shooting heroin at lunch? Or did she hope I was shooting heroin and want me to offer her some? The rest of the lunch was misery, and she was snarky...it was un désastre!