Café Charlot — Restaurant in Paris

I just ate the tartare earlier here today. How can you serve a frozen tartare to guests? The tartare was frozen, the taste was very sweet. I feel very ill now and so does my friend who accompanied me here. I wish the owners to eat their own dishes. Will never come or recommend this place to anyone. Too bad as it has a great location.

Edit - Answer to Cafe Charlots reply*

The tartare was FROZEN, there is nothing that can justify serving frozen meat and claiming it's fresh. It was anything but fresh. It's freezing ice cold with frost on it. Did the frost come on my meat between the kitchen and dining room? Should we blame the winter for freezing cold wind somehow on my plate or is there any other wild excuses that could be made of you to justify this bad meat?

We did not deserve to be food poisoned. The seasoning - You mean old? You mean should not be consumed as it has bacteria that gives people food poisoning in it?

You clearly are aware that you serve old food as the sandwich that my friend ordered was old as well. We literally left after trying only couple of bites of each plate. I don't even want to know how bad we would've felt if we'd actually ate everything on our plates.

I deeply regret eating here and I still can't believe anyone would serve this to their guests. Two people got very ill after eating at your place, maybe cleaning your freezer and kitchen so bacteria don't spread would be a good start instead of blaming my tastebuds for not liking the "seasoning". If two totally different dishes makes two people sick it's a very bad sign. This is really low.

I hope this place don't make more people sick...

On a sleepy Sunday morning in Paris, sometimes a croissant doesn’t quite cut it. You need eggs. Good eggs. Which is hard to find in this pastry-loving capital. So thank heavens for Café Charlot, a boulangerie-turned-sophisticated old-style French bistro, serving brunch from noon to 3pm. Sink into a large round leather bench, tap into the free Wi-fi and take your eggs à la Bénédictine, scrambled, boiled, or over a croque jeune fille. Or opt for one of Charlot’s burgers with skinny little frites to-die-for, and eat your burger as the French do: with a knife and fork. Not that you’ll notice what you’re eating. You’ll be too distracted by Fashion Week passer-throughs and criminally well-dressed locals propped up against the restored 1950s zinc bar or exchanging air kisses and chit-chat. If you’re lucky enough to secure a prime position on the terrasse, you may stare inappropriately at handsome, red-trousered chaps pushing designer strollers down the rue de Bretagne. They may well be en route to the oldest food market in Paris: les Enfants Rouges, directly opposite. Whether it’s the market, the sense of nostalgia or the super-smiley waiting staff that makes this place so popular, it’s easy to lose track of time here and spend an entire evening from apéro hour to 2am drinking up the atmosphere...

I have been coming to Paris for years, but this was by far my worst experience. We ordered a cheese platter with only goat and sheep cheese due to a cow’s milk allergy. What we received was a board with 4 out of 5 cheeses made from cow’s milk and just one goat cheese. When we pointed this out, instead of a simple apology, we got a lecture about how cow’s milk cheese is “typically French.”

The waiter had clearly misunderstood our request, but instead of handling it professionally, he got angry. Meanwhile, we were left with the cheese platter and half a liter of wine. When he returned, he took the cheese away but brought us the bill, charging us for the wine. We found this completely unfair – if we had to pay for the wine, we at least wanted to drink it, or there should have been some kind of compensation.

I then tried to order some fries, which was allowed, but we were told we had to pay immediately. The way we were treated was appalling. I have never experienced such poor service at this place before. The waiter could have simply explained that the cheese board mainly contained cow’s milk cheese and offered alternatives, but instead, we were treated terribly.

Avoid this place unless you’re okay with being treated with...