After quite descent mussels with an overpriced white Bordeaux (but what the hack this is Sweden), the French speaking waiter suggested tarte tartin for desert. Because we like it we ordered it. What we got was a disgrace for France, it was a bowl with under a ball of ice, a strawberry, some blueberries a humid substance with some pieces of apple in it. Miles away from a tarte tartin. When we confronted the waiter with this we was a bit evasive. Apparently this guy from Montpellier is not that authentic as he wants to appear. The event ended with a big disappointed instead of a grande finalle.
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