Snack hat on arrival I ask a kebab I don't specify a baguette or a cake, I wanted in the baguette at the end the very nasty and aigris cook makes it to me in the galette wanting no effort to change it and blows me in the nose. The cook commonly to the boss we both have a hygiene of hands that leave to be desired (black nail, no washing). Gustatively the sandwiches we ate we shock the stomach that I already feel the backlog of an Olympic diarrhea. To finish and not say the coca that my glue has taken has been perished! Good luck to the next customers who will visit this stuffed snack
