BAKARO by Vini & Terroir — Restaurant in Nice

Popped into Bakaro hoping for a casual bite to eat. What I experienced instead was something between a sauna and a social experiment designed to test human patience. It's genuinely hotter inside than the surface of the sun. The armpit of hell. You’ll be reduced to a sweaty puddle on the floor before you can even gasp out a ‘bonjour’. Bring electrolytes.

Now, to be fair, a few of the staff were absolute troopers – smiling, helpful, doing their best not to pass out from heat exhaustion. But then there was her. The Llama. A walking, sweating beacon of disdain who clearly despises everything about café life, food service, and possibly life itself.

We made the mistake of asking to buy a biscuit from the display case, and I swear, she reacted as if we’d asked to buy her firstborn. She hurled it into a paper bag with the enthusiasm of someone bagging roadkill. Honestly, I was almost afraid to open it.

Then came the pizza... cold, incorrect, and looking as though the toppings had taken a quick tour of the countertop before being scraped back in. I specifically asked her not to do that, but she did it anyway, out of what I can only assume was pure spite.

To top it all off, the card machine was broken, which sparked a long, sweaty conga line of increasingly angry tourists, all gripping their melting wallets and muttering in several languages. I’ve seen airport security lines move faster and with...

We spent 5 days in Villefranche for vacation and my husband went here every day to pick up pastries--very delicious! I accompanied him one afternoon for sandwiches. This was a mistake. The place was very busy....with 2 lines starting at the cash register--one of tourists circling around the back of the store patiently waiting their turn and the other, locals just barging in and starting a line in the front of the store. It seemed the latter, locals speaking French were first priority, while tourists were queued to the back to wait. After patiently waiting our turn in the back line, when placing his order, my husband was rudely interrupted by a man who walked in from the front yelling for "fresh baguettes", completely ignoring the queue in the back of the store. They were clearly out; and then this whole conversation about where he can get a fresh baguette started right in the middle of our order that we had waited so long to place! It was very frustrating that the lady behind the counter acknowledged him right in the middle of our order. I think she should finished our order before addressing him and have sent him to the back of the line where he could wait his turn like the rest of us Bottom line: This place is so busy and good it needs a better queue system that is fair for ALL waiting, locals and...

che peccato! Spacciano una specie di pizza precotta per focaccia. Non era visibile sul bancone, quindi l ho ordinata. Era anche mezza cruda. Era immangiabile, ho chiesto se potessero darmi una bruschetta al posto di quella falsa focaccia , visto che avevo speso 10eur . Non hanno voluto, perdendo un occasione e un cliente.

What a shame! They pass off a kind of pre-cooked pizza as focaccia. It wasn’t visible on the counter, so I ordered it. It was even half-raw. I complained, asking if they could give me a bruschetta instead of that fake focaccia, considering I had spent 10 euros. They refused, losing both an opportunity and a customer

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Come faccio a credere ti dispiaccia se non hai rimediato in alcun modo ? Per esempio sostituendo con una bruschetta (mezzo sfilatino abbrustolito condito con un filo di mozzarella e salsa di pomodoro) come ho gentilmente chiesto? Ho speso 10 euro per uscire a pancia vuota e dispiaciuta che non sia stata accolta la mia leggittima richiesta😅

Lo spessore è uno degli elementi chiave di una focaccia (che essa sia ligure, pugliese, toscana o che ne so io) , quella roba li era spessa a mala pena 5 millimetri 😅 l' avessi vista esposta, avrei capito immediatamente che era una specie di pizza spacciata per focaccia e non l'avrei presa. benché tu ci tenga a dire che piace, e non lo metto in dubbio, quella non è focaccia. È una menzogna🤷🏻‍♀️

Ho chiesto di cuocerla meglio in quanto oggettivamente cruda nel mezzo (ci vuole ingegno per non riuscire a cuocere 5 millimetri di acqua e farina) un ragazzo gentilissimo me l' ha riportata dicendo che non poteva essere cotta ancora di più perché precotta. Ammettiamo anche che abbia capito male, ma come puoi rifiutare di sostituire quella roba con una bruschetta... ? Ti ho anche detto di non pretendere certo essere rimborsata della differenza (bruschetta 5euro, pizza cruda spacciata per focaccia 10euro)

Avere sbagliato alla grande ragazzi miei, ma che prossima volta...