My deepest thanks to whomever is lurking behind the WLA moniker for recommending Le Petit Cafe to us. Our family crowd consists of a bunch of highly opinionated and discriminating food addicts, mostly French, and while they'll munch away quite happily at Hamburger Hamlet they're pretty fierce about their native cuisine. Well, Le Petit Cafe just charmed the socks off'em, Yer Correspondent very much included, and not just because the owner and waiter both spoke French, either. The service, the food, the drink and the attitude were all stunningly pleasant, as was the bill. I don't know what the whole table's tab came to, 'cause Papa was treating, but I know my very yummy confit de canard was only about sixteen bucks, and the excellent Brouilly we shared was not grossly overpriced at $38. The table orders ranged from my bottom-of-the-list confit through sand dabs to bouillibaise, and everyone loved whatever he or she got. Desserts were pretty damn swell, too.
This is an extremely pleasant and cheerful place to go and eat too much in good company. Anyone who thinks the French don't do gemutligkeit needs to spend an evening here. If I lived anywhere near Santa Monica I'd be here all the time.