L'etrier - Tisch reservieren

This place will be easy to identify...it is named L'Etrier and it sits on the corner before the entrance of Chantilly. It is literally the last cafe before entering under the archway of Chantilly. Let me preface this review by saying I am mostly a lurker, just gathering information for our trips abroad and not posting anything since most places fall within a broad band I define as normal and acceptable. L'Etrier was so far out of that range that I am sitting in front of a computer at 4:30am writing this review.We'd stopped there twice actually: once on the way in and the other on the way out. Going in was just to rehydrate, and the young man waiting tables was very pleasant. Though we and he were not entirely conversant in each other's language, after three weeks in Paris I find that reasonable and patient people can make themselves understood eventually. Our order arrive, we enjoyed it, paid, and were on our way.The return was to be the most insulting and infuriating experience I have ever had overseas. We exited the Chateau of Chantilly at 6pm and arrived at L'Etrier at 6:30. We were all thirsty and two members of our party were having the beginnings of hypoglycemic attacks, so we stopped at the first place outside the gates: L'Etrier. The same young man waits our table, asks if we are eating or drinking, we reply we'd like to eat, and everything seems copacetic. About five minutes later an older man arrives at the table. Whether he is the owner, manager, cook, or just some crazed person off the street we can't tell because he starts talking loudly and quickly in French. When we just stare at him he repeats what he'd just said, only more loudly and more quickly. One member of our group, who has years of academic French under her belt, tries to piece together what was just said, but that wasn't quickly enough for him. He literally tore the menu from her hands and began violently poking it while repeating himself for a third time. Finally we pieced together that the kitchen was closed for the night and they were only serving cold dishes. Having gotten that point across, he returns inside and the young man comes out to take our order. Again, no problems. We speak a little French, he speaks a little English, there's a whole lot of pointing at the menu, and it is done. In that regard it is quite literally just like every experience we'd had in France for the last three weeks. But it isn't over yet.Another five minutes go by and the older man returns, stands by our table with place mats while amiably speaking to a group next to us. He then turns to us and says something loudly and quickly in French, which we do not again understand. Then it occurs to me: he is putting on a show. It is late (for Chantilly, not for Paris) and there are only locals present, so rather than send the young man back out, he's going to show off for his friends by being a jerk to the tourists. So after again repeating himself even more loudly and quickly, he slams the mats and the silverware on the table and stalks off. After this kind of exchange we would have normally stalked off ourselves, but given the need to settle the pending hypoglycemia, we had no choice but to stay. If this place was closing down, who could say if there would be any other restaurant open. The young man did return with a platter of cold meats and some cheese, which was all good but slightly suspect given all that had occurred. The piece de resistance was when the bill arrived. Everything was as it should be except the glass of wine ordered was 9,40 euro! Wow, the most we'd ever paid in Paris was just over 6, so this little eatery/tabac must be carrying some very nice vintages. We paid without further confrontation (because that is what it felt like) and managed to make our way out of Chantilly, which has many places near the train station open into the evening. So if you are ever the last out of the Chateau and are making your way back to the train station, no matter how hungry or thirsty you are, it is best to give that first chance at food and drink a pass.

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We visited this bar to see the England squad that were staying across the road. Spend 2 days drinking at the bar and had an amazing time. The owners are great people and we had a lot of drinks together. The boss wouldn't let us leave without pouring vodka after vodka for free. Would recommend this bar. A lot of the England staff came to the bar and ate. Thanks for a great time.

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We ate here after we spent the day walking around the Chateau De Chantilly and it's a perfect location to just grab some food if you are visiting the Chateau. Especially as eating in the Chateau is so expensive. It was the first place we came to after exiting and we sat down and ate and they did fantastic food and good service!

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I came here at lunchtime; however, what I ordered was creme brulee. I have to say that this creme brulee is so damn good. Comparing to normal price in France, this is affordable with high quality. The staff (in my opinion) were not so nice to me, maybe because I ordered dessert instead of any combos?

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Other than smokers in Europe (from the U.S.), Manuel and the menu were great. Couldn't have asked for better service and a solid lunch before exploring this cute town.

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