A little over a decade after the closure of the Hotel Prouhèze, just down the road in the village, the commune and its surrounding area are relying heavily on Cyril Attrazic and his team to remain on the gastronomic map. Twenty-five years after taking over the family business, Alain Ducasse's former pupil at 59 Poincaré can no doubt feel that the contract has been fulfilled, with honours piling up. However, there's no reason not to be totally convinced by this cuisine, which, more often than not, seems to have nothing more to offer than its regional roots. This doesn't necessarily make for great dishes (the memory of an asparagus blanche tapée, pollen and dandelion is frankly disappointing, or of a canette matured in the spirit of a charcuterie that simply forgot to be gourmet, or a frankly simplistic strawberry dessert), others are fortunately more exciting (a lovely knife-edged beef in keeping with the spirit of the region) or simply delightful, as with this aligot that you serve yourself using a pair of scissors. Service seems to vacillate between the overly large costume of a grand house and the simplicity of an old-fashioned inn, with a cellar that's certainly complete but whose prices are mind-boggling.