Nice ambiance, small cafe feel. Marred by a brutish server/owner with a grizzly beard and noticeable paunch. Had the coffee and was waiting on the chicken and mushroom quiche with a salad. Waited about 10-15 minutes and it wasn't even busy. Finally the two items arrived in the same plate. Sampled the slightly warmed quiche - not bad, and was about to sample the salad when...damn...I noticed the dead fly on the plate. An immediate turn off! Like what on earth?! It is the beginning of March, so where did the fly come from? I of course pointed it out to the brutish server/owner. He said "there are no flies in here", not a sorry or anything of that nature. He said he would replace the dish. Yeah right, scrape away the fly, rearrange the lettuce and bring the same thing back. No thanks. We left with his fond words of "we've got the best quiche in the city". Maybe so, but Pain Perdu also has an unclean kitchen, and unaccountable service.