Dr. Aman Bhonsle
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So, I walked into this place expecting a decent meal, maybe even a small taste of France. What I got instead was a ham sandwich on a baguette so tough it could’ve passed for a rubber tire. Maybe that’s the style they’re going for, but I’m not interested in breaking my jaw to eat breakfast. My wife’s fruit bowl was no better—just a sour fruit mixup and no sense of balance or care. And the ravioli? Don’t get me started. It was drowning in cream, like someone forgot that good food is about harmony, not excess. Herbs, salt, pepper—none of it came together, just a slapdash mess of flavors that left me packing up the whole thing to go, hoping to salvage at least something from the experience. This place sells itself with French charm and homestyle flair, but what they’re really selling is disappointment—disappointment in the food & in the promise of something special that never comes. They’ll take your money, your time, and your expectations, and leave you with nothing but regret. I won’t be back, and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone who values their time—or their taste buds.