L'abbaye - Charroux

So imagine you're going through the east france to the west via the hollow to go to the atlantic. You are there? no borders around the corner. Landscapes, churches, villages. A square, a ruin of abbey of red parasols. Come on!Perfect for a lunch break! and there it's the drama: the waiter speaks only English (the other also) and understands RIEN. It does not include the word diabolo, so for a syrup, sandwiches are English squares (almost good), it does not have the idea to rid the table before taking our order. Our neighbors are served without cover and we have no water or towel. The neighbor who sees me go to the bathroom wishes me good luck and implores me not to touch the towel. The addition? (They don't understand)Aaah! the biiill! good guys we laughed well but now hire a small local waitress, at least she'll learn English!

A search for a place for lunch simply after the visit of the abbey we naturally went to the coffee of the abbey nearby. past the surprise of having to deal with a server that is still very uncomfortable with the French language, we ate a delicious fish and chips, accompanied by a glass of wine and a coffee for just over 10 euros each. next time I pass in the corner I'll try the ferlish breakfast, for a fun and friendly change in the south of the come.

The place is very old, but the simple and very good kitchen (and made house). For less than 15 euros: entrance, dish, dessert, coffee

What can I say about this Abbey except that it must go on your bucket listI have spent two holidays gawping in awe of its sheer beauty.

Whilst travelling across country from our house in the Vendee to see a friend in Chateau Garnier we stopped at this cafe for lunch. We asked for the ‘plats du jour’ but both plats were sold out (it was 1 o’clock). We were offered ham, egg and potatoes which we accepted. The English waitress was very apologetic. We ordered a carafe of wine and it came to the table with water and a glass each. I asked the English waiter (manager?) for extra glasses for the water. He said “You’re not French, then!” I asked him what he meant and he said “They drink it all out of the same glass over here.” I said that that wasn’t my experience, and he became confrontational. I avoided an argument as this was the last thing I wanted on my 64th birthday! When we left the restaurant we tipped and thanked the waitress. The manager was working behind the bar. He said “I wouldn’t bother coming back”. I was left wondering why, with so many other lovely restaurants around why we would even bother!