One of the few restaurants within the city limits to assume its gastro status, with the prices that go with it, but also the undeniable savoir-faire of a skilful chef, Vincent Prémorvan. There's no grandiloquence in the style, including the service, which is just right without being solemn or stilted, but superb products treated with care: diving scallops and green asparagus, tamari beet red tuna, the freshly prepared saint-pierre with white asparagus and bone juice, before a delightful dessert of savarin au rhum and buckwheat ice cream. The place is pleasant, like a cosy bonbonnière, with charm and refinement.