You have to climb down a few steps to reach this vaulted cellar in the Gobelins district, and enter a quirky world in the image of the owner. The boss is everywhere: in the kitchen, in the dining room, sometimes even telling a joke. Thai-style frogs' legs take you to Asia, the veal chop warms you like a winter quilt, and the tarte Tatin is warm, with no frills, but with heart. It's not always square, but it's lively, generous and downright personal. It's not just a place to eat, it's a place to meet people.