Indifference versus the cockmonster. Oh, and lots of wine.
Eating at the opéra, in my limited experience, is always expensive and often a bit of a shot in the dark, whether you're getting some sandwiches and a glass of wine or going for the full gut-busting blow out with gallons of booze on the side. But the Amphitheatre proved a winner.
Stereotypically dire Parisian service. It doesn't have to be like this.