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The restaurant inside Versailles Palace looks magnificent, with glittering plates, golden ceilings, and all the royal charm you could imagine. Then the illusion falls apart.
The staff handle table setting and clearing with shocking roughness. Chairs are dragged unbelievably harshly, plates are slammed onto tables, and the whole routine feels rushed and untrained. Some staff were sweating heavily, wiping with hands and immediately touching the next.
Other guests frowned and exchanged looks, clearly uncomfortable, but no one intervened.
The manager just stood there, indifferent.
From the kitchen came a constant clatter of dishes and glasses, destroying any trace of calm.
The setting looked royal, but the execution felt like a noisy cafeteria.
The croissant was the only redeeming item. The egg seemed baked directly in the bowl, the sausage lacked presence, and the tea came from a paper bag.
The so-called priority access simply means cutting the line from the side, without explanation or guidance from staff. Do that unknowingly and you will almost certainly cause trouble. Calling this a perk feels absurd.
Ducasse name has simply fallen. No disappointment, no surprise, just the clear realization that this is an experience no one needs to have.