"val d'Isère/Tignes generally has a range of altitude restaurants that are more than suitable for a ski lunch, often of quality and pleasant frames. So it's without too much thinking that I chose the nice snack. the decor is below the others already, but it's not very serious. On the other hand, it's clear that when we get to the self, we realize we're not going to enjoy ourselves. the whole food (because it's good food we're talking) looks defused while at the rate level, we're happy. I thought I'd limit the risks by taking 2 diots and fries - hard to miss. Let's count on only one sausage and a half that looks more like a chipo than a diot, and fries half cold. not to mention the mustard and the ketchup paid. I gently point out to the cashier that on the station, they are the only ones to charge these small sauces (in tiny cuteettes on the way, never seen so small, even in free service.) what they answer with English accent that "in angleterre, it's everywhere like that." ah ok, already if I'm not mistaken, we're still in france, but let's not go, I answer that I don't complain, but I find it a little bit pingrey anyway (while leaving the currency.) answer: "if you don't have the money to go to the restaurant, you don't have to come." super, thank you for the welcome. You've got it all. So, bitter taste for a holiday lunch. To finish, waitress at the unpleasant bar, not hello, not thank you. short, to flee obviously, no need to go far to find much better!"
