The name and fame of this place is well known. Maybe it’s the fame that became to much for them.
We were invited one evening at “Au chien qui fume”. At first we were offered a kirr. When my husband did ask for water, the waiter said that the aperitif was kirr…so he didn’t bring any water !?
Our meal did lack inspiration, to say the least. And the waiter, well he did his job.
Maybe they had a bad day, but to be honest I think they’re so sure of themselves that they serve everything. For us “Au chien qui fume” is a no go place.
Au chien qui fume, 33 Rue du Pont Neuf, 75001 Paris