
the service is quite charming, albeit defiantly French. As a bloke, you can spend half an hour frantically semiforing and excusemeing to get a waiters attention, with depressingly little result. Any female company only has to cock an index finger and service will appear in nano seconds, breathily asking if there is anything, anything at all that could be done for madam.
In spite of this, and maybe because of all this, La Gazette achieves its aims in a way. It’s a fun night out and a good place to go and sit outside on a warm evening. The menu is not unreasonably priced, particularly the pan fried foie gras at £8.00, which makes the various eccentricities much easier to bear. An extensive, and again appropriately priced, wine list seemed to have a similar effect.
Brilliant to have your thoughts and frustrations on your favourite topic to read. Hooray.
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Superb first post.
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How VERY dare you, this is my favourite restaurant! Steak tartare is disgusting anywhere and I'll wager your friend's bowels were loosened by his consumption of alcohol by the gallon not the scallops! And you didn't mention the saucepans as plates = v sweet.
ReplyDeletePS Grudgingly I'll admit I'm a girl with a very crooked finger.