La Méditerranéenne — Restaurant in Montpellier

In a cozy, dimly lit restaurant in the heart of the Sete, there lived a humble mayonnaise sachet named Mayo. Mayo wasn't flashy or grand, but he had a purpose, a destiny: to bring a dash of flavor and joy to a plate of hot, crispy fries. That’s all he ever wanted. On this particular night, Mayo sat in the kitchen, full of hope and excitement, waiting for his moment to shine.

As the evening began, the restaurant buzzed with the quiet clinking of glasses and soft conversations. An Aperol Spritz was served, followed by a non-alcoholic beer, and eventually a glass of wine—though the wine took a bit of coaxing, needing to be requested three times before it finally found its way to the table. Mayo watched all of this from his spot on the shelf, feeling the anticipation build for his big entrance.

Then came the order: tuna steak, clam linguine, and, most importantly, a side of fries. Mayo knew this was his chance. The fries were his perfect match, the ones he was destined to accompany. But as the minutes ticked by, fifty-five in total, something strange happened. The plates left the kitchen, but Mayo stayed behind, waiting patiently for his turn.

The tuna steak, when it finally arrived, was overcooked, dry, and a little sad, much like the air in the room as the evening dragged on. The clam linguine was lukewarm, lacking the bright, briny flavor it was supposed to have. And then there were the fries—golden, hot, and perfectly crispy, but missing the one thing that could have made them complete: Mayo.

A request was made for the mayonnaise, and Mayo perked up, ready for his moment. But somehow, in the shuffle of orders and the clatter of dishes, the request went unanswered. Mayo remained on the shelf, unseen, untouched, still waiting. As the minutes stretched on, he began to feel a twinge of sadness, a growing realization that he might never fulfill his purpose that night.

And so, the fries were eaten plain, without Mayo’s creamy touch. The meal, much like Mayo himself, felt incomplete, lacking the simple satisfaction that a small sachet of mayonnaise could have brought. To make matters worse, a visit to the restroom revealed a broken toilet seat, a final, unexpected disappointment in a night filled with them.

As the evening came to an end, the diners left with a sense of what might have been. Mayo, still waiting in the kitchen, never got to bring his simple joy to the table. He remained there, on that shelf, a small sachet with a big heart, longing for a moment that never came.

This restaurant, with its charming decor and cozy atmosphere, held so much promise. But it’s a place where even the simplest details can be overlooked, where a small sachet like Mayo can be forgotten. For those seeking a place where every detail matters, where even a little mayonnaise sachet can find his purpose, this may not be the right choice. And so, Mayo’s story remains one of unfulfilled potential, a quiet tale of what...

Really disappointing service! Waited long time for the order to be taken and waited an hour for the food ( 4 mussels and fries). Restaurant was not busy and when we received the food most costumers were gone by 9pm. Waitressing just seemed to be somewhere else and just prefered chatting to each other than looking after their costumers. Had to ask for salt/pepper and wet napkins which should come automatically with the dish. Also no condiments came or is offered with your fries. Management seems to prefer shouting at their staff rather than looking after their costumers. We were only apologized once by a waitress and nothing else were offered. Thought the food was ok mussels were a little bit too salty (fries not though). However definitely would not recommend this place unless you looking to watch an episode of the "Fawlty towers" and don't mind waiting and waiting some more...

Cela fait une semaine que nous sommes sur Sète, les déceptions culinaires s'enchaînent. Nous avons hésité longuement avant de se poser. Nous avons pris le temps de regarder les suggestions au tableau, nous avons continué notre chemin puis nous sommes quand même revenus sur nos pas. Nous nous sommes installés et avons consulté la carte des boissons si on peut l'appeler comme cela, il s'agit en fait d'un morceau de carton plus très présentable. Nous prenons connaissance des plats, une demie-heure plus tard, on vient quand même prendre notre commande. Nous choisissons des plats, nous sommes 4 adultes. Deux plats ne sont déjà pas possibles, ensuite un troisième mais qu'on va quand même faire. Nous décidons également de prendre une bouteille de vin blanc. Pour commencer les verres sont chauds, ils sortent du lave-vaisselle et le vin n'est pas frais du tout. Nous demandons alors des glaçons que nous recevrons 20 min après l'avoir demandé à deux serveuses différentes. Les assiettes arrivent des pâtes aux palourdes pour deux. Les pâtes sont froides et sans palourdes puisque les coquillages sont complètement vides. Dix bonnes minutes plus tard, les autres plats arrivent enfin puisque nous mangeons en décalé. 3 gambas, 4 feuilles de salade, une mayo vieille d'une semaine au goût et quelques frites. Le thon, lui ressemble à une entrecôte trop cuite alors que le souhait était rosé, 4 feuilles de salade et un riz dans lequel se trouve une belle arrête, de quoi bien couper la faim... 125€ une belle arnaque à nouveau... Bien triste réalité. On me demande alors si tout c'est bien passé et là,je suis honnête comme toujours. J'explique mon cas mais aussi celui des autres clients. Certains n'ont jamais été servis et sont finalement partis. D'autres, n'ont rien mangé. Les tables étaient même pas nettoyées après le repas des clients. Un service déplorable que j'explique au receveur de l'addition. Il me répond que c'est toujours comme ça l'été et qu'il préfère la basse saison car les gens ne sont jamais contents ! Fameuse remise en question. Je n'ai qu'un seul conseil a donner c'est de changer de métier et d'arrêter de faire l'attrape touristes!! Une honte et en plus un réel manque de...