Description: Our hotel had three restaurants close-by. As happens sometimes with three lady travelers, we had difficulty selecting which place to go to on our first night in Paris. Finally I said that I wanted to go to Villa St. Jacque because the wine goblets on the table were so pretty. Good enough reason. However, the reason we came back was the employees. Our waiter Bobby was a newlywed and exuberantly happy. He had some minor problems with the concept of seperate checks, but the calm and cool manager stepped in and resolved the problem. This happened all three times we ate there. Our meals of lasagne, pizza and veal were interesting if not outstanding. None of us had seen eggplant on pizza before. It doesn't look appetizing, has a strange rubbery texture, but all else was tasty. On our last visit to Villa St. Jacque we asked Bobby if we could take his picture. He was so excited he fled the room and came back with fresh tie on. Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, the cook yelled out "Hey, how about me?!" We invited him to come out and be in the picture. He was quite a flirt, but fortunately duty called and he quickly returned to the kitchen. We walked by this cafe on the way to the Metro station several times that week and the staff stepped outside to wave at us. We can definately refute the idea that all Paris waiters are aloof.
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