Surly service, we weren't allowed to cross the line into the restaurant unless we agreed to eat a la carte but the waitress didn't show us the menu to be able to decide. We decided to stay on the terrace. The food was inedible from start to finish, I recognised the starter as frozen party food (camembert beignets) the salad was so salty it was inedible, so bad I had to dispose of the first mouthful in my napkin. The main course I had to send back, it was so nuclear hot and dried out it appeared to have been reheated in the microwave (thick dry crust on the pea puree) and the fish not what it seemed at all; the waitress argued with me and the chef came out to question me in front of everyone. I was polite but firm that I couldn't eat it. The chef was adamant it was dry because of the way it had been cooked. I suggest he find a better way to cook it in that case. The dessert (a frangipani) was so hard as rock, I could have used it to build a dry stone wall; the fork couldn't even penetrate it. The waitress told us that the chef likes to come out to everyone who complains, giving me the impression this happens a lot. Truly dreadful experience, and an air of bullying us into having to like bad food. She seemed more concerned in telling us how the locals like it, giving the impression tourists and locals are not treated with the same respect. Thoroughly miserable evening, topped off by being very, very ill with vomiting by dawnbreak; I strongly suspect the two were related.
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