Hippopotamus - Paris

Cet endroit a une ambiance amusante et un personnel d'attente amical. Nous nous sommes assis en bas près de la cuisine et cela a fait pour une soirée divertissante. Les prix étaient raisonnables. Le repas a commencé avec un panier de chips gratuit. J'avais le tartare classique qui était deux fois plus grand que prévu de la photo sur le menu. Et c'était savoureux. J'avais aussi un côté de pommes de terre en purée. Si je devais deviner, je dirais qu'ils font leurs taters masqués avec beaucoup de beurre et une touche de paradis parce qu'ils étaient incroyables!!! Les côtes et les steaks étaient bons aussi, mais comme un mot de prudence, si vous aimez vos steaks plus sur le côté bien fait, juste commander bien fait et attendre des normes moyennes... différentes ici. Malheureusement, nous avons découvert ce joyau de notre dernière nuit à Paris parce que nous serions revenus.

Je comprends la frustration des examens précédents. La seule plainte que j'ai avec ce restaurant était mon serveur mâle nommé Adahi. T. Il ne m'a pas accueilli, n'a pas souri, ne m'a pas offert d'eau; comme les autres tables. J'aurais dû attendre encore 30 minutes pour le changement de personnel. Si ce n'était pas pour le surveillant ou le manager et la serveuse féminine, j'aurais dû partir avant mon arrivée. Le serveur mâle me rend heureux que je retourne aux Etats-Unis lundi.

A good place only if you're in a pinch. We had bad weather and popped in because it was close and there were lots of seats. The food is just ok. We had some problems with most of our meals. They were corrected somewhat, but it took considerable time. The potato chips they put on your table are really good. In the end I'd compare it to food court quality. The servers are helpful and get the job done. The restaurant is cute with a steakhouse theme. There are lots of other options a few steps away.

Terrible. Family and I waited for 15 minutes at table to even be acknowledged. We were not. It wasn't busy. Only 5 tables with guests. We left. Walked across the street to La Ruche. We highly suggest La Ruche.

Until today, my wife and I used to frequently say that there's no such thing as a bad burger. We were wrong. Today, we both had the worst burger of our lives. We are avid burger fanatics, so I guess it was just a matter of time before it happened. But it happened. First I thought it might have been undercooked, but the color seemed right. Then I thought it might be rotten beef, but again the color seemed fine, and the smell wasn't terrible. I figured maybe mine was an aberration for some reason, but my wife's burger was just as bad. I told the waiter that the burger was bad and asked for the check. I'm not sure if he fully understood because we were speaking in English, but no effort was made to rectify the situation. We both left the burgers with only one bite taken out, paid the full check, and left. Oh, and it took an unusually long time for the burger to arrive. I guess they were busy slaughtering the rats in the kitchen.