Les meilleurs restaurants en Toulouse

13/08/2024: The place lives up to its name, we have rarely seen such smiling service What more can I say except that there is nothing to complain about, between the representative setting of Toulouse and the choice of drinks which would delight everyone, it is a place which is worth the detour

19/07/2024: I was there just yesterday! the team is top notch, very friendly, fast and quality service, all with laughter and hygiene. The terrace allows you to enjoy sunny days in our beautiful pink city! and the lively setting of Trinity Square is just a plus. I highly recommend this warm place (with a beer ;)).

21/10/2024: Customer for over 30 years... I can only say that they are my favorites in Toulouse!

21/09/2024: The “average” pizza, normally 26cm, is actually a small one measuring just 22cm.

29/07/2024: I came for the music "Jam" groups and it was really good, however, the choice of food was abysmal, arriving 1 hour after it opened, there were no more poulet curry frites or saucisse frites but only chicken nuggets frites. Really disappointing/

18/07/2024: Really not great A few fries, a piece of tough meat and a frozen raspberry for dessert! That’s not what catering is! 26 euros

26/08/2024: it's always the same problem, the prices are more and more expensive

10/08/2024: The traffic on the shelves is really superb

25/01/2025: He should be working instead of laughing between having to wait at the drive-thru and waiting for a long time, it's absurd!!!

23/01/2025: A superb welcome, and top professionals!

28/03/2024: Muffins with barely 1gram of caramel inside..

15/03/2024: Mignature raisin bread 1.50 I hope it’s a mistake!!!!

17/07/2024: Continuation of the message from Maxime Pujade It's been several days since this story arrived (5) and deep concerns are beginning to arise in me concerning our two log sellers... A scene keeps replaying in my painful memories, that of a seller we presenting Christmas mistletoe leaves as violets (the flowers). Far from me the desire to assume or make a diagnosis on their mental health (I am not a psychiatrist) but this distortion of reality leads me to believe in disorders frequently seen in the event of a schizophrenic crisis or (more likely) during attacks of acute bad faith and sporadic dishonesty! A bill and a hard cake to swallow

17/07/2024: Maison Ladurelli, my Proust madeleine. This place was able, despite appearances, to awaken in me frustrations that were difficult to forget from my youth. I explain to you. For a "friend's" birthday we had the idea of ​​asking for a chocolate cake made by professionals. For this sweet piece we unfortunately let ourselves believe in happiness... What a mistake. We let our most sincere and innocent ambitions speak in front of this kind merchant who validated each of our ideas. At the end of this exchange, something very distant in me resurfaces: hope. A childish hope of obtaining, for payment, a personalized chocolate cake. A simple cake made with love that would make a brother's lips pucker. Do you feel it coming, my dear readers, the angelic fall of our hopes reduced to the state of illusions? As I write this post, we haven't been able to have the cake we dreamed of. We took refuge with a discount seller who was able to offer us a suitable cake which, without any pretension, gave us room to express our dreamlike wishes through the sole force of our love and our imagination. Fortunately we still had the imagination and resourcefulness to save the party. Now let's talk about the result of our command. Warned 3 days in advance, with an estimate of 50 euros and visibly three ladles of bad will, the merchants were able to call us 2 hours before the appointment to return the cake to us and tell us that they will instead make a log. Under the weight of the beautiful purse prepared to pay for this beautiful cake (50th, remember), we told them a categorical no. We asked for a cake and they said yes, if they had known how to say no and recognize their distressing incompetence, we could have saved time and dead hopes. But the "Casa Ladurelli" as I like to call them refused our refusal, announcing to us, without an ounce of remorse, that they are only making logs and that it will be very good. This call was only the beginning of frustrations and regrets on our part. I remember the cool breeze brushing my nostrils that winter solstice evening and the contrast it was with the hot tears on my cheeks after the utter disappointment in their ability to spoil (make cakes). ). Here we are now in the shop, the shrill tinkling sounds of the hammer blows delivered by the workers (seeming as if they were taken hostage) on the bread cutting machine still resonate in me. The icing on the "cake", the poorly disguised concrete block that the charlatans from Maison Ladurelli showed us did not have a box to transport it (50 euros!). We were asked if we wanted one anyway, to which we replied a "yes" as polite as we were taken aback by the situation, a "yes" which by its simple existence was disturbing, like our request, like our presence, like the hammer blows and like this lump in my stomach that I felt in this establishment... It was then that with a troglodyte rattle our two chocolate bandits set about making a box with tape and scraps of boxes. After long minutes of waiting we had the courage to announce the contempt and baseness they had in selling us this oozing piece for 50 euros. They took back the fetus they presented to us and we at least had the presence of mind to repay ourselves. Continued in Alixe Fourcaulx's comment...