Meylaw | Restaurant Asiatique (Fusion) — Restaurant in Geneva

I recently visited a restaurant that purported to serve East Asian cuisine, and I have to say, it missed the mark by a mile. From the moment the food arrived at the table, it was clear that the experience would be a letdown. First, the supposed "noodles" were spaghetti. Not even an attempt to make it resemble authentic East Asian-style noodles—no hand-pulled texture, no rice or egg-based variation, just plain, generic pasta. It was as if they hadn't even tried to capture the essence of the cuisine. The sauce was even more underwhelming. It lacked any of the bold, dynamic flavors that define East Asian food. No hint of soy, sesame, ginger, or chili—just a thin, tasteless concoction that seemed more like diluted tomato soup than a carefully crafted sauce. The result was flat and flavorless, with no spice or complexity to elevate the dish. Speaking of spice, where was it? East Asian cuisine often boasts vibrant, spicy notes, from the kick of chili oil to the smoky heat of Sichuan peppercorns. Here, there was none of that. The entire meal was bland, as though the chefs had gone out of their way to strip out anything that could excite the palate. In the end, this restaurant's take on East Asian cuisine felt like a lazy, uninspired fusion experiment gone wrong. If you're craving authentic, flavorful dishes that showcase the bold and intricate flavors of East Asia, I recommend looking elsewhere. This place is definitely not worth your...

Critique : Une Insulte à la Cuisine Asiatique

Je vins plein d’espérance en ce triste banquet, Pensant trouver saveurs et un festin parfait. Las ! Quel fut mon effroi face à l’ignominie : Un plat sans âme, pâle et vide d’harmonie.

Des spaghettis grossiers, vulgaires imposteurs, Remplaçaient les vrais mets, les nobles pourvoyeurs De ces textures fines qu’en Asie l’on chérit. Ici, rien de ce soin : tout n’était qu’un déni.

Et que dire des sauces ? Eau fade, sans attrait, Sans sel, sans soja, nulle épice en secret. Un liquide insipide, d’un ennui abyssal, Oublieux des saveurs, d’un affront sidéral.

Pour masquer ce désastre, l’outrage absolu : Un œuf posé là-haut, tel un vil subterfuge. Mais l’œuf, pauvre complice, ne saurait déguiser L’abîme de ce plat qu’on ne peut excuser.

Pas l’ombre d’un piment, ni la moindre chaleur, Quand l’Asie nous promet de vibrantes saveurs. Ce plat était un crime, un outrage, un blasphème, Ni goût ni passion, que du vide en poème.

Fuyez ce lieu maudit, ce piège désolant, Où la cuisine meurt sous un geste indolent. C’est un affront cruel, un triste abandon, À l’art des palais d’Asie et...

We ordered Loc Lac today. The taste was okay.. But the rice was very undercooked.... It was so hard it was like eating cereal.. How can you have an Asian restaurant, and not know how to cook rice properly.. Ridiculous.. This is our first and will be our last. Because at their price, it's not worth to go through...