Food was good, but at 300k+ a sandwich, and over 1 tr for a simple bistro-style dinner for two (with no drinks), it pretty damn well should be. That's 10x the price at the stall just downstairs. I'm not unhappy to pay, but executing a decent sandwich at 10x street price isn't much of a feat. The cigarette smoke. The cigarette smoke was awful, and everywhere on the rooftop. We were at a table with two heavily smoking couples, with another heavily smoking couple just to our right, and another just in front. As a bonus, the DJ had a lit cigarette dangling from her mouth to show how transgressive she is. Gross. Yes, Parisian terrace culture and all that. Tell it to the oncologist.For our 1 tr expenditure we got allergies, clothes right to the laundry, feeling sick, and knowing we'd just gained a few points of cancer risk. Merci pour tout! I ordered water three times over the course of an hour. It never came. Fourth time was a charm. Stagiaires indeed. Magnifique. And the crowd? Didier and Sylvie from Perreux-sur-Marne visiting their son (of course, Kevin) and screaming out "em oi!!!" at the waitstaff every three seconds like it's a colonial Courtepaille. Kevin claims to work for Ogilvy, sells molly, and his girlfriend Vy goes by Vivian and knows the owner, just universally in Thao Dien knows the owner -- but now I'm just being petty. BTW, everybody in this cast smokes. Interesting lofi electronica concert on the middle floor much appreciated. Maybe a little too avant garde for me but mon dieu at least it wasn't "acoustic" with Bruno Mars covers, so that's a win. I'm not the target market here, and I dislike rooftop bars and Thao Dien prima facie, so I'm no impartial judge -- but I'll never stop calling this place Les Glandeurs.
