It's nice when you happen to walk by a place and your instincts tell you it's good, then you check tripadvisor and see that others have indeed had a positive experience. Mine was similar, with only a couple of small food issues. The welcome is indeed warm, and without a reservation, which is certainly not always the case in France. My first course was a terrine of rabbit. The enormous pot of cornichons with tongs plopped down to accompany it was a convivial touch. Apparently the terrine slice had come straight out of the refrigerator so it didn't taste like much of anything at all until the last bites when it had a chance to open up. Nice little salad on the side, and the inevitably fantastic baguette slices.
Next up was a confit of porc, tender and full of free-range flavor in an unctuous sauce enhanced by lardons and a mushroom or three. But... the entire affair was served over a bed of canned peas and carrots. Yup. I couldn't believe it, either. Remember those silver cans of Lesueur tiny peas from your youth? These were even tinier, but no question they were canned. Happily the sauce was so good they seemed to obey the first rule of the Hippocratic oath: do no harm. But they were definitely a puzzlement.
Dessert was pure comfort food -- you wouldn't even have to put your teeth in for their riz au lait if you didn't want to, such was its creamy homeiness. A swirl of preserves atop and a dusting of nuts encouraged exploration of its comforting depths.
As others have noted, un excellent rapport qualité/prix. While not on the wine list if you ask there are generic wines by the pichet that are perfectly acceptable. Une bonne adresse for rustic cuisine at its most honest and appealing. Perhaps canned peas are Proustian for some...
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