To borrow and rearrange an opening sentence from Charles Dickens, "It was the worst of times and it was the best of times" in mecca of fine French dining on St. Martin, Grand Case. This crowded, yet quaint seaside village has long been a plethora of Guilty Pleasures and exceptional French food.
There was a reservation mix up at our intended restaurant so we decided to stroll the busy Main Street of Grand Case to spontaneously find a captivating spot to enjoy the Epicurean magic of St. Martin. After several passes up and down restaurant row, we selected L'Escapade, a beautiful seaside spot filled with charm and beauty. We were very e
xcited to find this special waterfront spot.
Unfortunately, their smallish dining room was quite full and they were woefully understaffed. You could sense trouble was brewing. The number one rule when it comes to fine dining on Guilty Street is quite simple.,you can never enjoy your meal properly when the wait staff is stressed and there's a useless Restaurant Manager who graduated from Eurotrash Restaurant Votech overseeing the train wreck. Our waiter, Yohan, was kind, professional and put into the very difficult position of trying to personally please everyone in the dining room. This is not humanly or professionally possible.
There was a minor oversight as Yohan neglected to bring us our "Amuse Bouche" when we were first seated. As we watched other patrons enjoy a little "something something" on the house as they perused the menu, we had none. This is not acceptable for any paying customer and especially not us, the keepers of the flame of Guilty Pleasures.
We summoned Sergio, the Restaurant Manager and explained the understandable, yet annoying oversight. Of course, Sergio, proceeded to pour gasoline on the situation by making a very rude comment that the French are so famous for. Since "the Amuse Bouche was free," he asked, "why were were complaining." Guilty immediately stopped playing with his watered-down Lobster Bisque and his head exploded. "Did that useless Francofile really say that, " Guilty wondered? Whether you are eating at Rudy's Barbecue in San Antonio or LeCirque in New York City, Thin Mint and Guilty believe that excellent customer service is always the foundation for any first rate dining experience. The customer pays your salary Mr. Marseilles. End of story. We left unimpressed, but unbowed.
There was a reservation mix up at our intended restaurant so we decided to stroll the busy Main Street of Grand Case to spontaneously find a captivating spot to enjoy the Epicurean magic of St. Martin. After several passes up and down restaurant row, we selected L'Escapade, a beautiful seaside spot filled with charm and beauty. We were very e
xcited to find this special waterfront spot.Unfortunately, their smallish dining room was quite full and they were woefully understaffed. You could sense trouble was brewing. The number one rule when it comes to fine dining on Guilty Street is quite simple.,you can never enjoy your meal properly when the wait staff is stressed and there's a useless Restaurant Manager who graduated from Eurotrash Restaurant Votech overseeing the train wreck. Our waiter, Yohan, was kind, professional and put into the very difficult position of trying to personally please everyone in the dining room. This is not humanly or professionally possible.
There was a minor oversight as Yohan neglected to bring us our "Amuse Bouche" when we were first seated. As we watched other patrons enjoy a little "something something" on the house as they perused the menu, we had none. This is not acceptable for any paying customer and especially not us, the keepers of the flame of Guilty Pleasures.
We summoned Sergio, the Restaurant Manager and explained the understandable, yet annoying oversight. Of course, Sergio, proceeded to pour gasoline on the situation by making a very rude comment that the French are so famous for. Since "the Amuse Bouche was free," he asked, "why were were complaining." Guilty immediately stopped playing with his watered-down Lobster Bisque and his head exploded. "Did that useless Francofile really say that, " Guilty wondered? Whether you are eating at Rudy's Barbecue in San Antonio or LeCirque in New York City, Thin Mint and Guilty believe that excellent customer service is always the foundation for any first rate dining experience. The customer pays your salary Mr. Marseilles. End of story. We left unimpressed, but unbowed.
