Cafe des Fleurs — Restaurant in Stratford-on-Avon

Having a go at me for my dogs after you took our good money, six of us were responsible for good money spent but the owner was so rude I couldn’t eat my jacket potato! I would rather horrible people not take my money so I will never ever go to the cafe ever again and tell everyone I know who is disabled how badly you treat disabled people, not something Alcester is very good at! No play equipment for the disabled, drop kerbs in Alcester are illegal, the path in parks are very dangerous, I’ve fell out of my chair a few times, not one person in Alcester has helped me but instead just walk past and I’m the bad guy hey! Without a vehicle it’s a complete nightmare, going to substandard cafes where the owner is very rude treating me as if I’m able bodied, I hate my life and when I went to your horrible cafe to get abuse I hadn’t been out for four months, my friends came down from Scotland for me to be embarrassed of the people who live here! I wanted to throw my jacket potato somewhere but instead I just left it peacefully but very upset! If you think it’s ok to abuse the disabled then you need help, you stole my money by being a big mouth! Lowlife is the best description of those who treat the disabled! It’s never happened before I moved to Alcester! I had a fantastic weekend until I went to your cafe! It wouldn’t surprise me if you spat in my food when you took it away because I was struggling to cut my food and you cut it up...

The first waitress to serve us was a delight. A young woman who was friendly, chatty and very willing to help. We ordered 2 cups of cappucino and asked for an extra shot as we like our coffee strong. When the coffee arrived it was so weak that it was unlikely it had even one shot in it. This was served to us by an older belligerent woman who treated customers like in irritant. (She demanded visitors wear a mask when going inside. "You've got to wear a mask!" No please or , 'would you mind', just blunt rudeness. "you pay inside" etc.) We asked for our extra shot, "oh you want it stronger?" said Basil Fawlty's twin sister. Two small jugs of insipid brown liquid appeared. Certainly not Espresso shots. Even when added to the cappucino's it didn't make them any stronger. They were so bad we left them undrunk. When we left we weren't asked if we'd had good service or what the problem was with the coffee's. The only saving grace was the first waitress who was genuinely lovely, she gets the star. A note at the bottom of the chalk board said "The best coffee for miles." God help the people of Alcester if...

As I strolled through the sun-dappled streets on a lazy Sunday afternoon, I stumbled upon a charming little haven called Cafe Des Fleurs. Stepping inside, I was instantly transported to a bygone era of vintage France. The cozy atmosphere embraced me like a warm hug, while the soft strains of French melodies from a hidden radio whispered tales of yesteryear.

My eyes danced over the menu, each item more tempting than the last. But it was the dessert that truly captured my heart – a delectable masterpiece that seemed to embody the very essence of this enchanting place.

As I savored each bite, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this serendipitous discovery. Cafe Des Fleurs, thank you for existing and for adding a touch of magic to my sun-soaked Sunday...