Le Bouchon Ornanais - Ornans

There would be too many negative things to tell about this place that has nothing of a cork, we came into a group of the same family, the owner quickly sent a young man to the butcher from the corner to face our arrival, if the place is fun at the beginning, we delight very quickly when seeing the plates arrive, we are fucking with the customer! The famous Ctoise plate only includes 2 slices of mortal and a thin slice of ham! I had the wrong idea to ask for a coconut egg on the map, she said to me: ohh, it's too complicated!" .mon neveu had a slice of greenish ham, good for the trash! It should also be pointed out that you will eat in the cover of recovery, no plate or covered is identical to that of the neighbor! It's grinding! And all this at an exorbitant price for the proposed quality! We all went out with a big hunger that kept us, fortunately, there was a vending machine of chocolate confectionery, which was not named! Anyway, avoid this place like the plague, if you just have to eat it!

We were looking for a place in the city center where to settle for cheap and light food. this restaurant has attracted us from its position on the edge of the curved square, its original embracing style decoration and its complete opening on the outside. In the end we were very disappointed by the service as well as the dishes. the manager had all the difficulties in explaining what she had to offer, with a blasphemous look, for a choice that was still very limited. a friend who was vegetarian could not eat anything because there was nothing possible for him (even a basic salad, in the middle of August...). Two of us are chosen the county plate = two pieces of cold mortal sausage, a cancoillotte soup spoon, a piece of smoked ham a little dry. all laid out vulgarly on a plate without even a salad sheet or a little crudities to add all this. all the bases are to be revisited, a shame because it could be a pleasant place, we expect to eat because of the fact house in this place and it could be something totally assumed, provided the quality is at the rendezvous.

Old grinding (garage) processed (peu) to accommodate some depicted tables where you have little choice around a salad and a charcuterie plate of the region. It doesn't pay for a mine, but the owner doesn't take his head off: in the right franquette, with a regional organic beer, and surrounded by heteroclites and tables of cows. It certainly does not aspire to be a large table, but between this authentic place and a terrace with plastic tables for a "pizza-burger" without flavor. We made our choice quickly!