An afternoon of balances that lead me to restore me from a hit to the corner's back mac.When I get in, I discover a marre of liquid spread on the ground, the room is horribly dirty, with fries and papers on the ground, we have the impression that a car of hooligans came to recover here. It is 5:00 p.m. and the midday rush has gone widely. I hesitate to sit down and examine the staff who turn round. The hit that I ingested is much too sweet to my taste.To banish truly.