Le Perroquet - Restaurant cassis — Restaurant in Marseille

After a long and tiring day exploring the breathtaking Calanques, we were hungry and looking for a good restaurant. We chose Le Mistral, a pizzeria located directly on the picturesque harbor of Cassis. Although it's in a very touristy area, we were assured that the food quality was high. When we arrived, the place was packed, which made us optimistic. We were lucky and managed to snag a table with a fantastic view of the harbor; the atmosphere was simply magical at sunset. What positively surprised us from the very beginning was the staff. Despite the large crowd and the obvious hustle, the employees were remarkably friendly and attentive. Our waiter greeted us with a warm smile and took the time to explain the menu and answer our questions. We felt very welcome and well taken care of despite the busy setting. The staff's friendliness made the visit a pleasant experience, even though the pizzeria was very crowded. We decided on the Pizza Royale, a classic choice with cooked ham and mushrooms, elevated by a fresh egg. The wait was reasonable, and our anticipation grew. When the pizza was served, it looked absolutely stunning. The toppings were generous, the tomato sauce was a vibrant red, and the cheese was perfectly melted. The fresh egg, carefully placed in the center with a slightly runny yolk, was the perfect finishing touch. The first bite was a true delight. The ingredients were of excellent quality. The tomato sauce was rich and spicy, the cooked ham was flavorful, and the mushrooms were fresh and aromatic. The egg added a creamy, rich note that blended wonderfully with the other toppings. Every bite was an explosion of perfectly harmonized flavors. It was obvious that they didn't skimp on the ingredients here. However, then came the disappointment: the pizza crust. While the toppings were worth every penny, the base unfortunately couldn't keep up. I was expecting a thin, crispy crust, but instead, it was soft and floppy. It was so soft that the slices drooped as soon as you tried to lift them, and you risked the toppings falling off. The crunch and resistance you'd expect from a good crust were missing. The dough itself tasted fine, but the consistency made the dining experience a real challenge. It was a shame because the quality of the toppings was outstanding. In conclusion, our visit to Le Mistral was a mixed experience. The location on the harbor and the friendly, attentive staff were definite highlights. The toppings on our Pizza Royale were sensational and showed high quality. Unfortunately, the positive experience was overshadowed by the soft and floppy pizza crust. With a crispy base, this pizza would have been absolutely perfect. Nevertheless, I would still recommend the restaurant if you want to enjoy the unique atmosphere of Cassis and are willing to overlook...

I Don’t Usually Write Reviews, But This Meal Woke Something Dark in Me

Let me start by saying: I don’t do this. I don’t leave reviews. I don’t complain. I don’t publicly shame restaurants. I’m that person who says “it’s fine” when it’s clearly not fine, eats the bad food, smiles politely, and tips generously because I assume everyone is just having a bad day.

But this meal… this experience… this culinary fever dream was so outrageously bad that I’ve been forced out of review retirement — a retirement I never actually left because I’ve never reviewed anything before. Until now.

When I sat down, I was full of hope. The ambiance? Fine. The menu? Promising. My appetite? Thriving. But as the evening unfolded, I began to feel like I was part of some elaborate social experiment. The kind where hidden cameras film your reaction to see how long it takes before you cry or flee.

The food — if we can still call it that — defied explanation. Every bite was a challenge. Not just for my taste buds, but for my entire will to live. The textures confused me. The flavors insulted me. It was like someone described food to an alien who had never eaten before and told them to “just go with it.” I chewed, I swallowed, I briefly considered my life choices.

Time slowed down. My soul left my body somewhere between the second and third bite. I stared into the middle distance, searching for meaning. My dining partner asked if I was okay. I said “yes” but my eyes said, “save yourself.”

And the portion size? Simultaneously too much and not enough. I didn’t want to eat it, but I also wanted it to end. Every plate felt like a punishment from a parallel universe where food is a form of psychological warfare.

Afterwards, I felt a strange combination of emptiness and rage. Like I had been personally betrayed by a fork. I left the restaurant and just stood outside for a moment, breathing deeply, wondering if I’d ever trust again. I called a friend just to hear a comforting voice. I drank water as if to cleanse my entire being.

So here we are. I’m writing this not out of spite, but as a service to humanity. If you’re considering eating here: don’t. Read a book. Go for a walk. Chew your own sleeve. All of those options would be more flavorful, more fulfilling, and significantly less emotionally scarring.

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TOURISTS AVOID!!!! Racist Waitress wasn't happy and rude when we said we just wanted a coffee so we decided to order crepes. The coffees never came and when I asked her about the coffees she was very nasty and said Madame, they are coming. You have to wait !!! I noticed that she was serving the French locals next to our table their coffees and 40 min later she brought one coffee. We paid our bill and 10 min later we asked for our money back because she never brought the other coffee. She said she couldn't give us a refund. Luckily my French husband came and that moment she did without hesitation and very quickly!! She has long brown hair. She should be fired or changed position to...