This tiny restaurant, with perhaps ten tables, was packed on a cold and rainy Sunday night with an eclectic array of folks from all strata. We were the only "tourists" dining, and we purposely kept our voices low as to not disturb the Gallic cortex of the elegantly appointed dining room. Our English speaking server seemed pleased to be able to practice his language skills with us serving and explaining the amuse bouche, a delicate cod mousse, which aptly whet our palate for the forthcoming courses.
My wife and I, without consultation, chose the same courses, proving again that successful marriages work in mysterious ways. Our starter,
a duck pate with Banyuls was smooth as silk. The flavor was a bit too "refined" for my "rawhide tastes," but my spouse found the pate delicious and elegant. Our roasted veal for two again pleased us in different ways. I found my portion tasty but tough, while my wife exclaimed goodness at the end of a fork, without a trace of tough. Perhaps she has sharper teeth. Who knows?
For dessert, the Chestnut Soufle proved rather bland.
The bill, with a bottle of Minervois rouge and a supplement for the Cote de Veau of eight Euros per person came to 166 Euros. It was a lovely meal with lovely food, but for the cash outlay, purely based on the cooking, I think there are better alternatives in the neighborhood.