Les Piétons — Restaurant in Paris

I went there on a Thursday night with some colleagues to celebrate the farewell of one of ours. We arrived at 7pm to make before the end of the happy hour (8pm). The drinks and tapas we ordered took around 40min to get to us which can be understandable since the place was very busy. Things started to get tense when a colleague of mine broke a glass and the waiter asked I a rude way to go inside. Then again yelled at my boss in French "Didn't I tell you to go back in already ?!" We were surprised, and decided to let it go, maybe the waiter was under stress. Then came the bill. To out surprise, we had an astronomical bill! We checked it thoroughly and we noticed that the happy hour drinks were counted as as normal drinks and that the ones that we had already payed for were not deducted form the bill. So I went up to the waiter that was taking care of our table and explained to him the situation very calmly and he said to me: "Sir we aren't crooks here, if it's in the bill, then it's in a bill". I replied "maybe there was an error", and he answers : "there are no mistakes, everything is manage by a machine (pointing at his MiniIpad), and a machine is smarter than you"! It took me a second to process that and i went to my friends to tell them that he was being rude and insulting, so I asked for the manager. The waiter comes back at me and starts threatening me and pushing me. So I told him he could go ahead and punch me so I can call the police on him. He backed off calling me a Tramp "espèce de CLOCHARD va!"several times.

To sum it up it is sad that a farewell of a colleague turned into a mascarade. Will never set foot in this place, and I advise you not to.

What did we do after that? We went back to another pub and enjoyed the rest of our evening.

I'm guessing it didn't occur to the management that they permanently...

Where to begin…. never ever EVER again! Avoid avoid AVOID!!! Was visiting Paris for a weekend with my boyfriend and on the hunt for some good tapas - we came across this restaurant and made a reservation based around the plentiful positive reviews. What a mistake that was! We have eaten at many Spanish restaurants in and outside Spain and never experienced tapas quite this poor.

Our evening started off badly with incredibly slow service… it took 30 minutes to get a drink, by which time the table next to us (who had arrived after) had already ordered and received their first course. Staff were friendly enough but the service was horribly slow and inattentive.

Food was ABYSMAL - the worst we have ever eaten. Pan con Tomate is difficult to get wrong, yet this was soggy and tasteless. The Jamon croquettes were hardly passable as croquettes; flavourless and vile in texture. Worst of all was the patatas and aioli which transpired to be no more than a cold and flavourless potato salad you’d expect to be served from the supermarket. The Chorizo in cider was half decent but unfortunately our appetite was ruined by the aforementioned dishes.

PLEASE avoid - this was a complete waste of money and ruined our evening. The only highlight was the ice cream shop...

I get it, restaurants in Paris open late, but why would you offer reservations online - on Christmas Eve! - if you didn’t want actual customers to come in at those hours? We sat for 10-15 minutes while the staff finished their pre-work meal (and cocktails!?! Lol) more power to them! Decent wine and very good limonade, but the food disappointed. Sad, mediocre bread, no olive oil offered, a tabla mixta that seemed to have been prepped days in advance, with dried out jambon and cheeses - and what is the point of chorizo? Are we really so desperate societally that we need to grind up every part of a pig? I personally don’t enjoy wondering what hard, knuckley thing it was I bit into and had to spit out. The ´cheesé croquettes had ham and were gummy inside, and the empanadas were undercooked, stodgy gut bombs that seemed to have been microwaved. Stick with things that HAVE to be fixed fresh. The sautéed peppers were great. Personally, at some future date, when Spain once again is knocked out of the World Cup, I will take pleasure knowing that the surly bartender, who ignored us while getting his friend a beer and chatting casually, is still wearing his silly little matador hat, and...