Le Bouchon Breton

Posted by Krista on December 4, 2008
Lebouchon

Le Bouchon Breton
8 Horner Square
Old Spitalfield Market
E1 6EW

Date of Last Visit: Sunday, November 30th, 2008

The Victim: Me

The Damage: £20

The Background: The saga of my hot water heater continues. The manufacturer is sending someone out to take a look. He is, they tell me, scheduled to arrive between 9 and 9.

Yes, you read that correctly. He'll be there at some point after 9 a.m. and before 9 p.m.

I'm a prisoner in my own home. And I have NOTHING to eat.

I imagine the worst, me wasting away–starving–in my flat until 8:45 p.m., only to have him arrive at 9 p.m. and discover he's missing the parts he needs.

But, to my surprise, he shows up at 12:30 p.m. and is gone by 1 p.m. and my hot water has been plentiful and, well, hot ever since.

So it's time for lunch.

The Entrance: I wander around and around Spitalfields, looking for Le Bouchon Breton. It's upstairs. So look up! I enter and everyone is SO happy to see me. There are a lot of staff at Le Bouchon. There's someone to greet me. Someone to show me to my table. Someone to give me the menu and explain the specials. Someone to take my food order. Someone to take my bread order. Someone to take my drink order. I'm serious.

But you know what…they are all so darned CHEERFUL that I cannot help but be charmed. Some of the most cheerful service I've ever had in London. (The vast majority of staff seem to be French.)

The Food: French onion soup is nice. It's better than average. There are lots of onions and lots of cheese and the crouton is really toasted so it doesn't dissolve too quickly. My croque monsieur is thick and cheesy, although the ham seems a bit supermarketish in its thinness. I would have liked the ham to have been a bit meatier. The wine server suggests a Rioja to accompany my two dishes, which I was a bit surprised about, given that he appeared to be French and we were, after all, in a French restaurant. But it did the trick.

The Goodbye: As I went to leave, not one but four (if not five) separate members of staff bid me adieu. Not bad.

The Loos: Had a Dyson Airblade.

The Verdict: I was charmed by the staff. The food was okay. I would give this another shot.

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5 Responses to “Le Bouchon Breton”

  1. Niamh
    Dec 04, 2008

    Ok. I am hearing mixed things, but this encourages me to try it out.


  2. Suzie
    Dec 04, 2008

    certainly encouraging me to try it out.. i like french..


  3. Jeanne Horak
    Dec 04, 2008

    LOL – clearly our planets are cosmically aligned – I spent FIVE DAYS without hot water earlier this month! And yes, WTF is up with the “9 to 9″ or even “8 to 12″ slot thing? Just give me a time already and I’ll make sure I’m there!


  4. Jeanne Horak
    Dec 04, 2008

    LOL – clearly our planets are cosmically aligned – I spent FIVE DAYS without hot water earlier this month! And yes, WTF is up with the “9 to 9″ or even “8 to 12″ slot thing? Just give me a time already and I’ll make sure I’m there!


  5. Krista
    Dec 04, 2008

    Niamh…for me, it was definitely the service more than the food.

    Jeanne…it drives me bonkers! But it was better than BT, who after I moved, promised me every day for two weeks that “tomorrow” I’d have Internet. And Habitat, who promised me every week for five months that “next week” they’d deliver the right sofa.