Cleo in the 7th that I was eager to return to after a great meal last month. We went with an expat with whom I'd first visited France in 1953. The "menus" for 2 (29 E), 3 and 4 courses are terribly reasonable for a very upscale hotel in the 7th and had great choices as before, but, but, but.....
The chef started us all out on the right foot with yuge Normandy oysters; then the ladies had scallops and blood sausages and sashimi with jellied oranges - delicious. So far so good. We sipped our fine wine, caught up on the travails of our lives, sipped our wine and caught up on the travails of our lives, and, and, and, you get the picture. No main courses appeared; we waved our hands; but since we were the only customers, no wait-people passed by. At some point we all decided this was ridiculous.
When the food finally appeared the rather grumpy wait-lady tossed our wait away as of no consequence - "oh the kitchen fell apart," or somesuch, like that happens everyday, who are we to question the wait? Well, if the food produced were spectacular, one could tolerate such delays, lack of explanations and behavior; but it wasn't - the chicken was ok, no more no less; the fish was overcooked, way overcooked; and the "pulled pork" had creepy BBQ sauce that was lukewarm, nicely complementing the tepid pork and potatoes.
I'd like to say that the dessert made up for it all but it didn't - the chou with a Chantilly interior and chocolate crème was just average.
The bill, with a bottle and 2/3rds of wine, Evian, and 3 coffees offered without an explanation or apology, was 98.22E