la Petite Absinthe — Restaurant in Orléans

I went today with my wife and the server didn’t speak much english, but seemed nice. We told him we wanted to eat there and after speaking with the manager (or owner), he came back and told us they didn’t have any tables available. There were open tables and there were also people leaving. We are two professionals, respectful, and were dressed casually. We don’t understand the reason why they didn’t want to serve us, but should have explained it well enough. It really ruined our night....

This place lives beer (and crêpes)!!

Very lively atmosphere. The walls are all lined with all kinds of beer bottles, posters and other insignia.

Their beers are amazing! The crêpes were delicious. The bathroom was kept clean too.

The servers are specially friendly and were very helpful when we needed some advice about the locality.

I would recommend it to a friend and would absolutely...

James Bond, poursuivi par les russes, s'arreterait malgré tout à la p'tite absinthe. Indiana Jones, en quête du Graal, s'arreterait tout de même à la p'tite absinthe. Dark Vador entre deux etranglements des commandants de bords, s'arreterait (et même son sabre deviendrait bleu) á la p'tite absinthe. Iron Man passerait en coup de vent pour siroter une Stout (Iron man boit des Stout c'est connu) avant de poursuivre sa route. Le parrain laisserait tomber les chamalows de ses bajoues pour une galette. Rimbaud ne se serait pas enfui s'il avait eu la p'tite absinthe. Agent Cooper de Twin Peaks ferait un pouce. Barney dirait "awesooome". Tony Montana deviendrait frequentable après un passage à la p'tite absinthe. Le bon, la brute, et le truand partageraient le trésor. Jack Sparrow traverserait le monde pour une bière à la p'tite absinthe. Marcel retrouverait plus vite son temps perdu. Dracula arreterait le sang pour une bière et une galette à la p'tite absinthe. Moi j'y retourne, ça donne soif...