Il Posto — Restaurant in Paris

This used to be my go-to place back when it was managed by actual Italians. It looks like they’ve sold the restaurant, and the old staff has been replaced by people who have no clue how to maintain the standards of the previous owners. But hey, that’s not necessarily a disaster, right? It could just be a little mediocre, right?

Well, no.

We just came back from dinner because my wife was craving the tiramisu we used to enjoy back in the good old days when actual Italians were running the place. She ordered a carbonara, and I ordered a pizza parmigiana which, in the past, used to be an absolute delight. Unfortunately, my pizza had nothing in common with the one I remembered, and her pasta was a complete disaster.

To help you understand just how disappointing it was, let’s talk about the carbonara. A real carbonara is made with guanciale, yet the one they served had bacon. Now, that might work for uneducated tourists, but as an Italian myself, I absolutely hate when a menu claims “guanciale,” and then they serve bacon instead. That’s not an honest approach at all. On top of that, the pasta itself was overcooked, with the texture of something you’d expect from a budget-brand product at a supermarket.

When they came to clear our plates, they asked if we liked the food, and my wife told them no—her pasta was really bad, it used to be much better, and it tasted nothing like an authentic Italian carbonara. Instead of taking the feedback professionally, the waiter took it personally, claiming his mother is Italian, the recette was hers, and that their pasta is “the same as usual.” Funny how he used his mom as a credibility card to defend the dish. As an Italian, let me tell you something: if his mom cooked like that, I truly feel sorry for him—cooking must not have been her thing at all!

Long story short, if you want authentic Italian pasta, go to Buono Sano Bello, just five minutes away—they make homemade pasta with authentic Italian staff. And if you’re craving real Italian pizza, visit Ceprano, also just a five-minute walk away. I highly recommend both places—solid 5-star...

Average italian food, ok for being Paris. Terrible service. A waiter attacked us verbally after being weird all nigh. He was at minimum drunk most probably under effect of substances.

Long story:

I came at Il Posto with a group of friends (~7), I didn't know the restaurant before. I was thrilled to check a new Italian place in Paris.

Starting from the welcoming something was off, they didn't have our reservation anywhere and we had to wait half an hour outside. Not so bad, they offered some prosecco to excuse our waiting. We noticed that the waiter was quite friendly.

When seated, we were asked everything twice because both waiters were apparently assigned to our table, like they had no work division at all. Both also urging to talk and conversate with us.

I am fine with exchanging a few words but I don't really care about the story of the life of the employees of the restaurant.

One of the two was coming quite too often and started replying wierd, like he was in paranoia.

End of the dinner, we asked the bill and the waiter shout, offended, that we could go to the counter to pay because he didn't want to handle our money. Then he started arguing aggressively with one of our friend, for no reason at all, saying that he was "lacking respect".

We were all quite shocked, and we all tried to tell the waiter it was quite inopportune from him. We stand up and went to the counter to pay. The owner saw everything and was completely fine with what happened, she excuses with us but apparently she was aware and ok in having an employee treating customers that way.

We will...

J'étais une habituée du lieu il y a 3 ans. Depuis, les anciens propriétaires italiens sont partis avec leur talent et leur gentillesse. J'y suis retournée il y a un an et ai été déçue de ce que j'ai mangé mais c'était encore mangeable et le personnel était courtois avec nous ; même si nous avions entendu l'un des cuisiniers s'adresser de façon très ordurière et assez insultante à un autre client. Tout cela nous avait refroidis et nous n'étions plus revenus. Le tiramisu légendaire, cependant, me manquait et j'ai convaincu mon compagnon italien d'y retourner ; il m'a suivie à contrecœur, voulant me faire plaisir. Un an après, donc. Le serveur ne nous a pas offert de choix sur les places et nous a indiqué celles que nous aimions le moins alors que le restaurant était quasiment vide à 20h. Les pâtes (carbonara) avaient un goût de pâtes premier prix jetées 3 minutes dans de l'eau bouillante. La consistance était très désagréable et donnait l'étrange et déconcertante impression que les pâtes étaient à la fois trop et pas assez cuites. C'est honnêtement l'un des pires plats qu'il m'ait été donné de manger et je ne l'ai pas terminé malgré ma faim et les petites quantités servies. J'allais quand même prendre le tiramisu, espérant y trouver encore un peu de la splendeur d'autrefois. Le serveur nous a demandé de façon insistante comment ça s'était passé pour nous et je lui ai honnêtement dit que je n'avais pas aimé. Il a été chercher un autre serveur, qui, extrêmement piqué au vif et pensant que je voulais demander un remboursement, s'est montré fort véhément, posture physique de celui qui a des velléités d'intimidation, en indiquant avec un accent français que sa mère était italienne et que la recette était traditionnelle. J'en sors avec la désagréable impression que l'artisanat est mort faute d'aptitude à se remettre en question en restant centré sur l'art dont il est question et non sur son amour propre. Un peu de sens du commerce ne serait pas non plus de refus. Après tout, mes remarques n'avaient rien de personnel et le serveur semble les avoir prises comme un représentant de la mafia qui entendrait sa famille attaquée. J'ai été manger un tiramisu ailleurs. Inutile de dire que c'était la dernière fois. Je vous conseille "Céprano" pour les pizzas et "Buono, sano, bello" pour les pâtes maison, l'authenticité et le cœur...