Just a stone's throw from the Tour des Bouchers and the Town Hall, this half-timbered manor house, once owned by the Ribeaupierre family, was where Strasbourg painter Auguste Cammissar found refuge during the dark hours of the Second World War. Embellished with a typical earthenware stove, the dining room has a chic ambience, with round, white-topped tables pleasantly spaced apart. The décor, designed by the chef's father, a MOF carpenter, is professional and elegant, even if the linoleum floor appears less comfortable than a carpet. After fresh, well-presented amuse-bouches, the trout gravlax, with its tangy flavors, is a refreshing starter, albeit a little bland for our taste. Barely snacked, the fresh, melt-in-the-mouth scallops are highlighted by a discreet chorizo sauce and topped with insensitive truffle, alas enriched with flavored oil. The veal entrecôte, though a little firm, is a delight with its winter accompaniment of red cabbage confit, chestnut cream and Périgueux sauce. The chestnut dessert, made up of gourmet spheres, rounds off the meal on a high note, even if the Papua New Guinea vanilla ice cream seemed a little bland and brittle. The service, young and impeccably dressed, has strengthened with time. A special mention to the sommelier, whose sound advice guided us through a cellar with local accents, remarkable in its selection of Rieslings.