From the crossing to the momentum we pass in front of this bar psuedo restaurant and we stop there for a drink But how can such an institution be authorized? Nothing seems to be compliant with the standards You drink a glass on a terrace that looks more like a canisette than a terrace Apartment, they propose to eat but we wonder where the kitchens are We don't know who a client or staff is. We were served by a woman of a slightly vulgar age who tends to amortize the neighborhood (not terrible in front of customers) Happy to stop, but attan happier to leave him when a bunch of children arrived and turned the little place into a poor town playground
