Charly Restaurant Méditerranéen — Restaurant in Paris

First of all, the decorations is excellent. The quality of food is average. The portion of main course is big so it can be shared by two persons.

However, the attitude of waiters is not acceptable at all. They are not Moroccans but Algerians. They started to talk about my country Saudia Arabia with some kind of Racism (you are living in desert, you ride camels, the weather is hot... etc). Then they started to talk about France like if they are originally French!!

I avoided to discuss with them because it was not the right avenue during lunch.

I hope that owner of this place deliver the message clearly to their staffs: Not your business to discuss with customers any personal stuff. Also, the staffs shall be educated about Racism and how to respect others.

Regarding that we live in desert .... (bla bla), I came here as Tourist enjoying my vacation as a result of the money gained from the work at my country (which is in the middle of desert), but I did not emigrate...

Nous avons passé une merveilleuse soirée au restaurant méditerranéen Charly. Tout était un régal ! Nous avons pris un assortiment d'entrées tres facile à partager (focaccia aux oignons confits et Hummus de butternut avec ses pains pita aux zahartar. J'ai particulièrement apprécié la morue demi-sel, qui m a plongée en enfance. Mon ami a adoré le tajine de poulet au citron contit et olives, il était très savoureux. Les plats étaient parfaits et les portions généreuses.

Et surtout, gardez une place pour les desserts ! Ils sont tout simplement délicieux et clôturent le repas en beauté. Ils ont un mille-feuille marocain aux saveurs de fleurs d'oranger qui vous fera voyager!

Je recommande vivement ce restaurant pour un repas mémorable et une expérience culinaire...

Would actually have liked to meet a single morrocan here. Maître de is French French, my waiter is Algerian, other waiters I see are either French French or middle eastern. My waiter was nice, but not Morrocan nice. So I asked him and sure enough he was algerian. My tagine had obviously been seating there for a while, just re-heated to a boiling point. The couscous had no body at all. Nothing you could ever eat with your hands. Another American tourist trap. The more I get to know this place the less stars I give it. The wine? Know Moroccan wine is not great, but the choice they had was just...