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Hell Did I Just Say Gracie or Merci???

We we picked up a car again in Chambery outside of Lyon with the intention of getting reacquainted with the other side of the road before hitting the by large city of Lyon. As usual despite, or perhaps because of the Maps function on the iPad we w endlessly circled around in peak hour traffic trying to find the entrance to the hotel.

it was a Mercure and clearly aimed at business travellers who come in by train (right near the Part Dieu station) and who are in and out and don't care. Nowehere on their website did it tell us that the only car access to the hotel entry was via a service road only accessible by cabs with a card to let them in. Nor was that information available when we booked. Nor did it tell us how to access the car park (in another street) which might have allowed us to get in as well. After an hour of circling round and under and over and down 1-way streets, we parked in the station car park and walked.

A little frustrated, we got our first taste of a lot of the French's attitude to customer service. No apology and little effort to even advise us how to get to the car park. But then we got up to our room and beside the kettle were I coffee sachet and I herbal and I black tea bag and PAPER CUPS!!!!!

When we asked for advice on where to eat it was lacklustre. We have since found out they think we are British and we all know how much the French love the poms and vice versa!!! Unwittingly though after rejecting a large looking restaurant and being rejected by a small one for lack of a table, we reluctant returned to the large one.

Food was tasting pretty bloody good though no then half way through the night I realised we were at a Paul Bocuse restaurant (Lyon is his home city) and that explained the fab food.

It was from this night forward that I picked up my new food addiction, Foie Gras. I'd always known it had something to do with pate and everyone knows I'm a pâté addict. But foie gras is made from duck and I'm no duck fan. But OMG (and yes that does spell orgasmic I think) as was the berry soufflé that followed.

Ahh we are in France - even if it is Lyon!

I had wanted to go to Lyon's famous Les Halles, produce market extraordinaire, but I was so over Lyon that we got up and got outta there!

Sorry no photos from Lyon. Didn't even take photos of the food but won't forget it in a hurry!!!

Posted by OwenGadflies 06:49 Archived in France Tagged food france lyon les_halles paul-_bocuse mercure customer_service

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Yep..don't know where the 'entente cordial' is do you? Paper cups ?? Never had that anywhere. And yes WE know all about driving round and round trying to find a hotel (let alone the entrance!!). Don't remind David of Quebec (!!) although we did find a VERY kind French Canadian who took us virtually to our hotel (by following his car) even though it was out of his way at rush hour - but even then actually finding the access street was a bit stressfull !! It's comforting to know others experience the same probs ( but probs you could do without) - we have decided 'on arrival at airport or station' splurge and take a taxi ( stress gone). x

by Pauline Stopford

Yes no sign of entente cordial there. But it has been found elsewhere!

by OwenGadflies

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