Café Gondrée — Restaurant in Caen

Having visited the Pegasus museum, walked the original Bènouville/Pegasus bridge and over the Caen via the new Pegasus bridge, it seemed quite fitting to stop at the Pegasus cafe Gondrèe, just over the bridge on the left hand side and it didn't disappoint.

This little cafe is steeped in history. Mdme Gondrèe, the second generation to be running the cafe, must be in her 90's, daughter of the original owners, can you imagine what she and her family witnessed. She's only too pleased to share some stories. We found her to be extremely charming. She took an interest in our 14 Yr old son who told her of his ambition to be in the RAF, she took time to share some personal stories with him and gave him much encouragement. We asked her if it was OK to take a photo. She was only too pleased to have a photo with us outside. There's obviously personal reasons why no photos inside, so probably best to respect that, no big deal in the grand scheme of things. This cafe was used as a place to care for the wounded, some never made it, so there's a lot to this building and a lot of memories for the family. What an amazing woman Mdme Gondrèe is, and a wonderful cafè that we hope stays as it is forever. We enjoyed a 'proper' cuppa. The best cup of tea in France I'd say. Yorkshire tea bags,(and cold milk) in a generous sized teapot, together with 3 large filled baguettes, and an apple juice, approx 23 euros total. Having just been to Honfleur, this lunch was an absolute bargain. We've read some of the negative reviews about cafe Gondrèe and they couldn't be furthest from reality. In summary, please go to Cafe Pegasus Gondrèe and make up your own mind, don't let negative comments put you off. It's quaint, holds a significant part of history, it's charming and a 'must do' experience....

A faithful and accurate recreation of a WWII cafe in occupied France. We were treated to a welcome usually reserved for invading armies before being tersely ordered to cram ourselves into an unfeasibly small corner table as we were only 3 (this despite there being no other people in the cafe). The proprietor refused to acknowledge our french (despite mine being fluent) and continued to address us in slightly quizzical English - as if we were speaking the wrong language.

If the welcome hadn't discouraged us, the menu certainly should have: beyond basic and priced to make even tourist traps on the Champs Elysee blush!

Never the less we persevered - ordering omelettes and quiche. The food was at least freshly prepared however the omelette contained not one, not two but three noticeable fragments of egg shell. The carafe de l'eau caused further consternation - the proprietor at first refusing to believe us that there was a fly clearly visible in the water before throwing it away, eventually another member of staff brought us a carafe.

In short the single worst lunch experience, ever, anywhere in the world. I'll be opening a ticket with Google to request negative star ratings, 1 simply doesn't do the...

Glad to see it wasn't just me taken aback by the pure nastiness off the infamous woman who runs it. Heard lots of wonderful stories regarding her as my parents have been numerous times but she was awful. I missed the handwritten sign outside not allowing for pictures inside (due to people stood in front of it). But that is the only notice you are given as there is no such signage inside so it was an honest mistake and how was I supposed to know? She then started screaming at me so much and was so startling she made me almost drop my phone! Already unintentionally pissing her off, I then used a menu to shade myself from the unintentionally hot sun - after being physically sick from heatstroke the day before and still not feeling 100% - she then came and snatched it out of my hands and told me to "use my hankercheif". Absolutely no need. Awful. Family decided against getting souvenirs due to her behaviour and can guarantee we won't...