P.poulet

Really very good and downright generous. Price, quality and quantity for a ridiculously low price. Courteous manager.

it's very delicious and spicy food which i have never tried, i really like it

This is one of the best restaurants, very good, fast service. Thank you🙏🏻🙏🏻

Perfect, I recommend!

Le P Poulet isn't just a restaurant. It's a state of mind, a philosophy of taste, an entire soul that floats in the air, between the steam of the fries and the scent of crème fraîche. As soon as you walk in, you sense something special is happening here. The smell of sweating fries envelops you, warm, golden, reassuring. They're not just crispy: they live, they breathe, they exude pure energy. 🍟 The sautéed potatoes? A work of art. Precisely browned, tender like a childhood memory, they melt in your mouth with an honesty that few dishes still dare to possess. 🥔 And the crème fraîche pasta… oh, the pasta. A cloud of sweetness, a promise kept in every bite. The cream is light, full of kindness, and seems to say to you: "Everything will be fine." 🍝 But the real magic of P Poulet is when the waiter, that silent hero, discreetly slips me an extra drumstick. 🐔 I see him coming, I know something's up. He looks at me, gives me a knowing nod, and bam—the extra drumstick. And then, without thinking, the song slips out of me like a sign of truth: 🎶 "Drumstick, drumstick, there's chicken, chicken!" 🎶 The whole room turns around, some smile, others nod respectfully. It's a moment of communion, of sharing, of truth. And in the middle of all this, there's Meziane. Not my friend, no. Just Meziane. He's there, always there, a sort of human occupation. He doesn't really eat, he doesn't talk much, he serves no concrete purpose—but he exists, that's something. He's the kind of guy you only half notice, but who becomes part of the landscape like a plant in the corner of a room. 🌿 He stands there, motionless, while I sing "pilon pilon," and I feel that even if he doesn't understand a thing, he's part of the scene, despite himself. Because at P Poulet, everyone has a place: the sweaty fries, the glistening pasta, the generous server... and even Meziane, the useless occupation that we respect nonetheless.

I ordered today and more than half was missing!!! When we called the restaurant back they admitted the omissions but refused to refund!!! Thieves especially since it was an order worth more than 60 euros!!

Ordered 2 half chickens, fries, a brick, spring rolls and 1 oasis, and when delivered, 1 half chicken, spring rolls and bricks were missing! I called to report what was missing, but there was no solution and no call back.