WRETCHED FOOD ALERT: Paris Seafood Cafe – La Perouse, Sydney.

“I feel like they’ve just reached into my wallet and stolen my money!”

storiesbyphil POSTER foodComing out of the bathroom at this place, I overheard the cooks angrily telling off a customer who had the temerity to complain about their food.

“Well if you don’t like the food, we’ll give you your money back. Why do you have to say this in front of our customers? There’s nothing wrong with your food. You’re an idiot. Go away! We don’t want your business.”

It was like a scene from Gordon Ramsey’s TV show ‘Kitchen Nightmares’! I went back to our table, apprehensive.

“I got a bad feeling about this place,” I told my girlfriend. She pointed at our water glasses. They were filthy. Oh, great.

So, in this outdated, uninspiring fish & chip shop we waited, and waited, fearing the worst…

…and our fears weren’t disappointed.

When the food came out, I was aghast! It was piled (and I do mean PILED) 6 inches high off the plate! You might think, “Great serving size!”

Wrong, it was awful.

20150829_144256The grilled barramundi tasted off. One side was so rock hard it looked like the seafood delivery truck had backed over it a couple of times. Underneath that piece of roadkill, was a gigantic heap of boring salad drizzled with some tasteless dressing. Buried still beneath THAT, were some french fries cooked in oil that must have been squeezed from Moses’ olives 2000 years ago! My stomach turned.

My poor girlfriend fared no better. If the overcooked garlic prawns on her plate had not already been dead, they would have drowned in the swimming pool of oil and limp spinach they sat in. We quickly left after a few bites, a horrible taste in both our mouths.

“I’d rather eat the cardboard box a Big Mac comes in than eat another bite of that sh#t.”

That was DEFINITELY the first and LAST time we go to the PARIS SEAFOOD CAFE.

Oh my, and that name!

Don’t get me started…


And in case you don’t believe me, have a look on TripAdvisor…