BOB'S AND YOU

First time in my life I haven't wanted to eat a kebab... bread straight from the bag not even toasted, vegetables not very fresh and above all meat that doesn't inspire confidence!

When we arrived at this establishment, which was completely uninviting, the owner was disgusting. Unpleasant, bordering on rude, with drunk and disrespectful people around! No thanks, I'd rather go to Saint-Herblain, 10 km away.

If you're hungry, don't go there, you cheapskate!

Loyal to Bob's and You for several years now and never disappointed! Thank you!

A simple but effective map for everyone.

A decent kebab, not the best in France but it does the job, which is what you expect from a local kebab shop that does the job. The space is quite small but sufficient for ordering. No problems.

Excellent! I ordered a taco and it was simply delicious. The meat was perfectly grilled, the fries crispy, and the sauce well-balanced. Generous portions—you definitely get your money's worth! The staff is super welcoming and the service is fast, even during peak hours. If you're looking for a good, hearty taco, I highly recommend this place. I'll definitely be back!

Having been customers 2 to 3 times a month for several years, my daughter and I have never been disappointed; always well served and well received! I recommend it!

When I arrived at the restaurant, I saw the chef looking at me and asking if I could go buy some sauce at Auchan. Furthermore, I saw him squeezing his oily armpit hair and telling me, "I'll finish my meal and we'll talk later." I'm outraged.

I arrived, the vendor told me he had to finish his cigarette before serving me. He smelled like Wissem Prime's vest with his 1980s glasses. I waited 30 minutes for my order so the taco would get cold. As an added bonus, he put his big, sweaty, cigarette-stained finger in my fries' sauce to "taste" it!!!

When I went to this restaurant—and I should mention I'm a woman—the chef started taking off his shirt in front of me. I saw his stomach; it smelled like Dimitri Payet's shin guards. After a whole match, extra time and a penalty shootout, I was about to faint when my eyes met those of a mouse heading straight for the deep fryer, which was overflowing with oil.