Intimate Flavor at an Intimate Bistro
Welcome to Petit Paris Bistro in Scituate. A charming restaurant in a charming town. If I could have my way, I would live in Scituate, and spend each night at Petit Paris. Treat the staff with the respect they deserve, and you'll be welcomed there and become like family. What could be finer than Chef Nobert's exquisite sauces and beautiful presentation. Now, if only you could get a room and stay the night.    [01 Apr 2004 13:37:14]

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Recommended Dishes: lobster ravioli

     ­Dave   

Disappointment
We were the only diners at Petit Paris on a beautiful Saturday night recently and we were soon to find out why. The food was expensive and just ordinary but the service was so bad, it was laughable. Oh, the waiter was attentive – that was the problem. Having nothing else to do, he would not leave us alone, as though we were guests in his home and it was his job, in his own obnoxious style, to entertain us. Each time he brought a course, he would pick up on key words in our conversation and jump right in with his comments and opinions.

When the waiter inquired about my taste in wine, and I responded that I liked buttery chardonnays, he assured me that he was a wine expert and proceeded to “explain” that the process that creates the buttery flavor is used by cheap California winemakers who need to disguise the taste of bad grapes. Whether he is right or wrong is simply not the point.

Later in the meal, he explained to my husband that the monkfish he had ordered (which my husband did not care for) would be great to make at home because “It’s really cheap at the market because it’s a throw away fish.” We were appalled. The comment begged the question of why they were serving mediocre portions of it for $25 a plate.

My dinner must have been a “throw away” too because the amount of pepper they used to saturate the fish surely was hiding something. Ironically, seeing pepper listed as an ingredient on the menu, I asked before ordering and was assured that the flavor was light.

Finally, because the place was terribly quiet, when we heard a woman clearly exclaim from the kitchen “So has she been out there badmouthing us?” we were left to wonder if we were the only ones let down by their experience at Petit Paris.    [16 Jul 2006 12:36:05]

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     ­Anonymous