Anikó Kulcsár
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Whenever I feel the need to escape reality, I always find myself in St. Tropez. I'm constantly searching for special places—but on this trip, the place found me.
Everything began with a few email exchanges—quick, flexible, and attentive to every request. When we arrived, we were welcomed by something truly magical: St. Tropez’s first and only rooftop restaurant, offering a breathtaking view.
The manager personally introduced himself and walked us through what to expect, followed by the lovely lady I had been corresponding with—her warm welcome set the tone. This is precisely the level of service I expect when visiting a true luxury destination.
Our waiter, Pierre, was outstanding—hospitality clearly runs in his veins. We were thoroughly impressed with the service: friendly, helpful, and above all, professional. The staff makes every guest feel truly seen and cared for.
The menu is refined and elegant, offering something for every palate. We shared the chicken skewers to start—unfortunately, the truffle pizza was no longer available—then opted for the chicken and pasta dishes. As for dessert, they are beautifully presented for selection, so you know exactly what you're getting—though, frankly, I would trust the chef blindly here.
I had the best chicken of my life—an unexpected delight, especially as I’m not typically fond of poultry.
Golden hour was magical—watching the yachts and sailboats glide by in the sunset was unforgettable. It was the perfect way to close the chapter on our 14-year-long St. Tropez story.
If life brings us back here again, there is no question—we will return to this place.
Anyone who doesn’t enjoy themselves here simply belongs to the eternally dissatisfied and joyless type.
Thank you for everything!