UPDATED JULY 29, 2009: As mentioned in the comments section, Pourquoi Pas? has gone out of business. Hopefully the space it occupied will be taken up by a new, more competent chef!
I’ve been searching for restaurants on Google Maps a lot, and I’ve never understood the point of posting a review there… until now. I had some of the worst breakfast experiences of my life at two local restos, called Restaurant Déjeuner La Terrasse and Pourquoi Pas?, respectively, after I was suckered into suggesting that the hubby and I go someplace close to our house for a change.
The first place, Restaurant Déjeuner La Terrasse, looked nice enough from the outside, especially given that during the summer months they had a fairly busy terrasse (for which the restaurant is named) with people dining under a nice wide awning.
As you can see from my Google review, I gave it one star—and only then due to the fact that Google refuses to allow ZERO STAR ratings.
Here’s my review, verbatim:
“Zero out of five stars just about sums this place up. We were reeled in by the terrasse, which looks nice enough. Inside, however, the restaurant is dirty (our table was never bussed and there was a dirty glass sitting on the shelf next to me when we arrived), the food is pathetic (a Croque Monsieur should NOT consist of Wonder Bread, Velveeta cheese and bacon!), and the service is terrible. DON’T BOTHER!”
That’s my honest opinion of this sorry excuse for a restaurant. I felt people should know, if they were able to find it via Google Maps to begin with (most will likely wander in from the neighbourhood, having no idea). I doubt it will help, but hey, you never know. And I’ll include the address here just so you can steer clear!
Additionally, though Pourquoi Pas? is quite close to our apartment, it’s not even worth the walk. The restaurant was absolutely empty when my husband and I arrived, which should’ve been all the sign we needed to leave. Instead, we stayed. The waitress was very nice, to the point of being intrusive with her constant refrain of “Is everything all right?” (We WERE the only people in the restaurant, so it was awkward to begin with, but that just heightened the awkwardness.) My husband’s eggs, despite his request for “sunny side up,” arrived undercooked. He should’ve sent them back, but didn’t want to make a scene, and scraped the uncooked whites away from the semi-edible yolks.
Who the hell fucks up eggs, for god’s sake? Sure, it can be hard to flip over-easy eggs if you’re a novice in the kitchen or lack the necessary non-stick ingredients (butter, oil), but sunny side up is a no-brainer; just cook them until they’re done! I think the “chef” was also the owner, and if this is a regular occurrence, he ought to be fired from both positions before he poisons someone.
Still, the potatoes were pretty good, nice and thickly cut, but the sausages were similarly underdone and the overabundance of fruit (what is it with the Quebecois and their fruit “garnish” that takes over the entire plate?) put me off. Don’t ever serve me half a banana in its peel. That’s just disgusting.
Needless to say, despite the owner describing to us some salsa night he was planning, we won’t be going back. Pourquoi Pas? Jamais encore!