Come for the beer, leave before the food comes.
I had a hankering for tarte flambé, the Alsatian relative of pizza. I was willing to put my high expectations formed from multiple visits to Strasbourg in check. (You would assume that you could get descent Alsatian food in Francophile Québec...) By any standard, it was awful. Soggy and chewy crust and toppings lost everything in translation.