Maison St Cassien

I went to this café with my girlfriend because it looked quite nice from the outside. The cake we had was ok, nothing to complain about. But what really bothers me is that when I went to the washroom a waiter (like 50 years of age) started flirting with my girlfriend during my absence (in forms of various sneaky compliments). I personally think that this behavior is just very disrespectful and I would therefore never go there again.

I visited this café a couple of days ago and, whilst the food and drinks were excellent, I found that it is suffering from a maladie which afflicts so many establishments in Wimbledon Village poor service and stuffy, arrogant staff. The café was fairly busy and from the moment we arrived we felt that we were being rushed. The waitress frowned when we asked for a couple of extra minutes to study the menu before ordering. When she did take our order, she did so in a nonchalant and unfriendly manner. Our meals arrived at the same time and were very good. However, one of our drinks didn’t and we had to remind the waitress twice about it before she finally delivered it again without a smile or any form of apology. I have visited several bars and cafes in ‘the Village’ and am coming to the conclusion that the high volume of passing trade has caused they them to become complacent about the quality of service offered. They should beware as there are a couple of excellent pubs which, whilst off the beaten track, are only a short walk away and provide an consistently good alternative. All in my group decided that we would vote with our feet and wouldn’t be visiting Maison St. Cassien again.

Pricey, rushed… but still tasty.
Wimbledon High Street is a sea of up-​market food chains. If you manage to bag one of the prestigious window seats at Maison St Cassien, you’ll be able to see a Starbucks, Costa, Paul, Pizza Express and La Strada within 100 yards. Nowt wrong with any of those places per se, but we all hanker for something with a bit more individuality. In these parts, Maison’s unbranded coffee is almost as rare a breed as the Wombles.
I had a custard slice (£4) and a small coffee (£2). Both were delicious, but I didn’t feel like there was enough time to saviour either: The place was busy and customer turn-​over seemed to be a priority. Still, I’d happily go back when Orinoco open season starts up again.