Residents who have been in the neighborhood for a few years probably recall the days when "The French Market" was the local eatery to be “seen".
Sizzling-hot studs danced the night away on weekends at Studio One, trotted off to Probe for “Church” at the crack-of-dawn, then, strayed into the trendy in-spot at the breakfast hour to chow down and show off their “tricks” (I've always hated that term, by the way).
I lived around the corner on Harper, so I often popped in for a meal and to connect with friends in WeHo.
Unfortunately, the once-trendy restaurant is quite a dismal place these days.
Just the other evening I felt like I was dining in a ghost down.
A shopkeeper (who I've known for years) put it best when he sniped:
“When I look out on the diners here today, I feel like I’m at Norms!”
Well, at least the entrees at Norms are still reasonably priced.
Although the cost of a meal at the French Market has soared, the menu has basically remained the same. And, if anything, the food has gotten worse.
For example, when I ordered one of my standby lunches the other day (“Sarah’s Favorite” snack which consists of yogurt, granola, and a selection of fresh fruit in season) I was thoroughly disappointed.
Just betcha, it's not even "Sarah's" favorite anymore.
The order was tossed together in a slip-shod manner, for starters.
In fact, the meal amounted to slim pickings, in fact.
The breakfast special consisted of a meager spoon of yogurt, a couple of sour grapes, three or four slices of flimsy watermelon, a handful of stale granola, and about three-quarters of a bowl of large chunks of unripe pineapple!
Boy, was that Chef stingy!
The last time I shopped, yogurt was pretty inexpensive at the local grocery, after all.
The attitude of the servers at the French Market is pretty piss-poor, too.
Yes, the waiters who have worked there for a few years are petty on-the-ball, and okay to interact with.
It is the new hires that are the problem.
One week they’re scrubbing out the toilets – the next – serving customers and expecting tips of twenty percent or more.
If the tip is less than that – by golly – they’ll snarl at ‘ya.
One squat unattractive Latino at the cash register always begrudges patrons a “mint” when they snatch one up from a bowl at the front counter when they’re on their way out the door.
Are the darn candies just for show?
A manager should point out to that loser that a smile will go a long way in encouraging a customer to return in the future.
From my own experience recently, I’d have to speculate that the French Market is on its last legs, for sure.
I guess they’ll bulldoze the building down one day in the near future and erect a strip mall.
Uh-huh!
Just what West Hollywood needs, folks!
And, how was your day?
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