Hexagone Cafe sur Paris

22/03/2026: The beer selection, while limited, is very good. It's crowded, which you either love or hate. The price is a bit high, but overall it's a nice place.

22/03/2026: Saturday, 2:00 PM. The five of us enter this pub for lunch, full of hope and appetite. The welcome is polite… but with the heat of an interrogation in a gray room. Nothing dramatic, we tell ourselves that things could still turn out well. The order is taken smoothly, no rush, calm atmosphere. Everything seemed under control… until the incident with the glasses. Two out of five glasses had traces and fingerprints, as if the forensics team were about to arrive any minute. I call the waitress, she takes them away, disappears for a few minutes and returns… without an apology, without a word, without emotion, total silence, but the glasses are clean… In short, the meal proceeds without incident. Then comes the coffee. And here's the plot twist: two teaspoons with food residue. The logical next step in the investigation, I mention again when it comes time to pay the bill, is a minimalist, almost artistic, detachment. I try to make a comment… but the waitress already seems mentally on vacation. No apology, no interest, end of story. In short: a quiet pub, a decent atmosphere, but the cleanliness of the cutlery is questionable, and the service seems to have lost its "sorry" function somewhere in the kitchen. What a shame, the story could have been great… but it ends up like a crime novel. Now, I'm waiting for our flight south and, as I write these lines, I'm thinking about that extraordinary Hans Zimmer concert last night at Bercy, and strangely enough, what was the origin of our charming and listless waitress! Latina, but from which country? 🤔