Le Parc-Bonjour, Café Bistro — Restaurant in Coral Gables

I came to Le Parc in Coral Gables this morning intending to have just a coffee… and ended up spending the entire day. The location is lovely, with an intimate, rustic vibe — a warm hideaway in the middle of the city. I was greeted by Bruno, whose personal and attentive service set the tone for a perfect day.

For breakfast, I had the tartine salmon (4/5). The poached egg wasn’t warm, but had the perfect texture, and the combination of avocado, egg, salmon, and their signature balsamic vinaigrette was spot-on for my palate. I paired it with a dirty chai, which satisfied both my caffeine and sweet cravings.

I brought my laptop and worked for hours in peaceful comfort. Even when happy kids were enjoying their gelato, the atmosphere stayed serene. Around 2:00 p.m., I ordered the half sandwich with onion soup, plus a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. The French baguette was perfectly crisp on the outside and soft on the inside. A mint lemonade later in the afternoon was the perfect refreshment before heading out.

I left at 5:30 p.m. with a happy belly, inspired by creative work, and ready to meet friends in town....

Updated Edit— the manager replied with “clueless knowledge” about their own drink costs? Have you not seen all the other reviews and menu prices? You’re way too overpriced! And the quality isn’t there, you’re a hyped up place in the Gables because that is where all the golf course crowd go, that’s says it all. And yes I was charged $8 plus tax for a small hot drink, stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about.

Overpriced, got a hot drink and it was about 4oz for like $8, seriously? Also the cashier this past weekend, was a male who was taking his sweet time talking with a rude couple that just kept rambling, not taking in consideration there were OTHER customers waiting behind. This is also one of those snobby fufu places where “vibes” just weren’t there, more of an older crowd and of course what do you expect in the gables. Starbucks is better, save your...

So I was at work, and one of the workers decides he’s going to give me a “taste test” in the back. Not chocolate, not chips—nope, eggs. Just… eggs.

He’s like, “Here, try this one—it’s a quail egg.” Next thing I know, I’m standing there like some kind of food critic, nodding seriously over tiny eggs like they’re fine wine.

Then he hands me another: “That’s duck. Richer flavor.” I’m in the back room, chewing carefully like it’s some Michelin star experience, except instead of waiters in tuxedos, it’s just us standing by a stack of boxes.

By the time he gets to the chicken egg, I’m laughing because it’s basically the “control group.” Like—sir, I eat these for breakfast. But somehow, back there with him watching expectantly, even a normal egg felt like a gourmet surprise.

Honestly, the whole scene looked less like a workplace and more like an underground...