I heard someone complaining about their Moules Frites and with the burnt Crème Brulée, nauseating (for lack of a better word) Croque Monsieur and overcooked steak, I'm going to have to deduct a few points. But the ambiance, friendly service and live band saved the place. I'll give it 3.7 stars.
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