C'Est Si Bon — Restaurant in Westminster

C’est Is Bon: A Cautionary Tale Disguised as a Dive Bar

Looking for a dive bar where you can pay for a drink and maybe contract a disease while you're at it? C’est Is Bon has you covered. Tucked into a godforsaken corner of town, this "gem" offers everything you’d expect from a place that’s seemingly designed for anyone trying to get robbed, catch a virus, and then get robbed again—all in one night.

Let’s start with the state of the place. If you've ever wondered what it would look like if a bar and a public restroom had an unholy, greasy love affair, this is it. The floors are a sticky, grimy mess, as if the concept of "mopping" has never even crossed the minds of the management. The stench of old beer, urine-soaked carpets, and stale sweat hits you the second you walk in — and lingers like an unwanted guest that refuses to leave. The ceiling is adorned with enough water stains and mold to make any health inspector have a breakdown on the spot. There's a layer of dust so thick on the bar counter that you'd think you’d wandered into the aftermath of a 1920s speakeasy that hadn’t seen a cleaning crew since Prohibition.

And don’t even get me started on the bathrooms. If you dare venture into the back, be prepared to enter what can only be described as a crime scene that hasn’t been reported yet. The toilets are backed up, the sinks are perpetually clogged, and there’s something growing on the walls that can’t be identified by any normal human standard. There’s no soap, no paper towels — just a half-empty bottle of hand sanitizer that may or may not be a clever disguise for something much more sinister. Seriously, I wouldn’t wash my hands here unless I had a gallon of bleach and a hazmat suit.

As for the drinks? Well, they’re bad. Real bad. You’ll be lucky if you can identify what kind of liquor they poured into your glass. But honestly, after you’ve been here for five minutes, the taste of the alcohol will be the least of your concerns.

Then there’s the bartenders. Sure, they’ll make you a drink (probably poorly), but it’s the other transactions happening behind the scenes that’ll make you question your life choices. In the time it takes you to order a beer, you’ll witness a series of shady handshakes, quick exchanges, and discreet "business transactions" that you can’t quite put your finger on, but you sure as hell know what’s going down. It’s almost impressive how casually they manage to juggle bartending and running a side hustle with zero attempt at discretion.

C’est Is Bon is everything you should avoid in a bar and more — it’s dirty, it’s shady, and it's practically begging to be shut down. The only thing "bon" about it is the sense of impending doom that hits you the moment you walk in the door. Save yourself the trouble. This place isn't just a dive bar; it’s a public service announcement in desperate need of a health code violation.

⭐ Rating: 0 stars (if I could give negative...

Usually a great time but tonight we got Jane absolutely the worst "bartender" we've ever had everyone else has been great up until her she looks like a mess couldn't remember what or how many drinks she served to anyone disappears for like 15 mins at a time if not, then she is outside smoking chatting it away with whoever I waited about 15 mins just to get a second round comes back is gambling with another and then finally turns and ask if "I'd like another round I tell her 4 times in a row what we were drinking and Everytime forgets what I had just said. Licks her fingers to open the beer, bar back did a way better job than her if you see Jane just leave not worth your time there every other bartender is...

I'd give this place 5 stars if I was still working here. I was let go because the manager didn't like me dating her daughter. There was never an issue with my professionalism or punctuality, in fact I'm very well liked/loved and very well missed. The other reason I only give it one star is because of the micro managing by the manager when it comes to the "free Wi-Fi" and especially the public parking lot. If you're not "liked", the cops or tow truck will be called on you so clearly favoritism plays a key role. When the manager is gone, this place will run...