A few days before the woke-up of the sylvestre, we get into this restaurant with my friends. Frozen tartiflette - infamous - infect - indigeste. all accompanied by the charcuterie of the same acabit. I can't even talk about wine! The waiter, probably related to the mistress of the place, had a more than doubtful hygiene. How is it possible to serve this seriously? being a group of 8 people, it is decided to pay separately and divide the note equally. Here's how the manager takes her calculator, just like us in parallel. Then after some unpleasant remarks to its seasonal, it presents us the terminal of cb with a note rounded to the euro above for each couple. Let's not understand, we tell him there's a problem. Its response to a legendary extreme nonchalance: "Well, it's for the tip!"since when you've been assigned a "sprinkle" that will never go into the pocket of waiters - divers - cooks? Who is more, by cb?of never seen!