"People. What annoys me about cannes - and for that matter most of the port towns of the cote d'azure is exactly my experience last night at this soggy dining spot. Ask yourself this; are you the kind of person who would consciously plan to go to dinner in a street side bistro on leicester square, london? or st mark's square venice? or piazza della signora, florence? if you give half a damn about food and value your dignity, probably not. To sit 'al fresco' is one of the great metropolitan endeavors of the common man - i get it and i love it. But to entertain the hope that just by chance, lying off one those main attraction squares or promenades - or in this case - port side restaurants with the best views and the prime location, that there should be an accidental find of gastronomic serendipity hitherto unknown is to be foolish. to be a dreamer. What history has taught us In fact, what you get - by way of money back guarantee - is an abundance of AVERAGE. and, if you really don't give a toss and can't be bothered to research just a little, then you will no doubt be satisfied with the majority of SUB- average taverns, plying their lazy sub-standard wares to a mute audience who don't care anyway so what difference. We did our trip advisor due diligence and came up with Aux Beaux Enfants. we didn't want fancy, we didn't want gastronomy, just a good bistro experience, lacking in pretension. The place itself is nicely decorated and comfortable. the food is just average. teetering, from dish to dish, to below average. the sole meunière was deep fried like a thai cat fish. the pate was pork on the verge of high. the artichoke pate with cheese, was like a salty, chewy block of wax with a tiny piece of tinned artichoke, easily mistaken for mush. The sides were tasty and comfortingly overcooked into a baby food consistency; fennel provencal, dauphinoise, rice and sweet potato, pommel frites...all the same texture with various shades of sweet and salt. the deserts were generic and over-burdened with white sugar sweetness. the listless, perfectly average staff had the spiritless glazed-eyed look of the surrendered. it's my fault. what did i honestly expect."
