Le Grand Cafe de Geneve - Lyon

beautiful and good lyon brewery with small traditional dishes of qualities and an impeccable service!

servers need to change jobs! I'm not friendly! dark and depressing terrace under a large canvas for people who are afraid of light and sun! Tribute, the plate is correct.

to eat a brewery type dish, correct, copied, a little expensive but we are avenue de saxe in the sixth. efficient service. beef tartar prepared in Italian was very good, damage that fries are frozen for 17€ the dish.

good cooking however a little fat for the apples jumped. Tasty meat. reception and correct price. cool frame.

A blinded restaurant on a Saturday night, but we were still in the bar. several products broken up tonight. good dishes without being exceptional. price in the high fork. super nice, pleasant and friendly server that makes the restaurant note look in the positive.

Perhaps a little cold at first, but finally not, only a tiny perception. for the rest, service amazing, excellent cuisine and friendly atmosphere.

lunch with friends in this brewery of the av. of saxe. rather classic dishes not very Lyon but correct. for me a good classic tartare steack can be a little thin. sober prices in a good average. service a little long if we're press. 1° flat after half an hour...Parking fees in this area and expensive weighing 5 € for an hour and a half maxi.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017, 7:30 p.m. I join a monthly meeting of young people from an association for a brief communication. we benefit from a small private room, knowing that attendance is low in this time slot, the main room is three-quarters empty. the usual game rule is that everyone takes a consumption (at least) and pay. I get a little late, just before the start of the interventions, I settle down.A (young) waitress arrives, interrupts the meeting chair to ask me with insistence what I'm taking. I ask for a few moments to think about it, his answer is clear: "I've already been done that." All right, I'm against a perrier. She brings me a red badoit, which I refuse. She tells me she meant that they didn't have a perrier on a comminatory tone. Maybe: I didn't hear it, otherwise I would have changed my choice. She's instigating, so I'm finally taking a lemonade, we have something else to do. Anyway, diabetic I avoid sweetness and alcohol, but I have nothing to wax, I have left half of it, and she throws my lemonade. I'm 56. I'm usually paying my supplies. and in particular this kind of stuff not really involving. Moreover, by regulating I didn't pay attention but she added me the syrup supplement: 30 cents of extra margin won on the gogo: the shop will go much better, probably. I was without a tie, but in a jacket, and so on, I don't think I looked like a slut. I don't know who she took me for, but I know this waitress doesn't think she's a half-kid of violet. She has to find another job very fast. Perhaps a guard-chiourm, or an instructor in any army (not ours, we are looking for good people). I kept myself well, despite a persistent desire to put her the pair of slaps she never had during her childhood. I calm down by writing this little note, which I will share of course on the networks.First ksssss-cool effect: bizarre, I forgot the tip. The result of the races: these monthly meetings will take place in another establishment among the (very) many cafes in the good city of lyon, where the staff is friendly and coming. address to escape: this kind of person is the shame and bankruptcy of the profession. I know a little, I've been a partner in a dozen restaurants for almost thirty years.