1 /5
Évaluation
★
Looking out over Dournenez Bay with the sunset plum centre, this is a prime location, so what a disappointment. Rickety chairs and tables, and staff that make Basil Fawlty seem charming paled into insignificance upon the appearance of Rosie, the most pungent pooch it’s ever been my misfortune to meet. The smell of dog urine odour was still in my nostrils when I got home. Never was a hound more inappropriately named. No wonder the restaurant was deserted in July, with the beach ten yards away buzzing with life. It’ll be even more deserted now cos we won’t be going back.