In the dining room with its large counter, Art Deco sconces and predominantly blue décor, nothing superfluous distracts from the plate. Stéphanie Lebrato takes care of reception, while chef Romain Creutzmeyer demonstrates his solid savoir-faire. In the Dampfnudel served as an amuse-bouche and revisited with cheese and onion stuffing, we recognize the chef's passage at Éric Westermann. The choice of quality producers is unquestionable, as revealed by the duck foie gras purchased from Ferme du Puntoun, balanced and highlighted by an apricot-curry chutney. The tuna tartare is linked to a bold tonnato sauce that adds a touch of gourmandise. The beautiful pollack, incomparably fresh and impeccably cooked, accompanied by a declination of cabbage, shellfish and caviar, seemed to us to lack precision in presentation; the sauce, reduced to a foam, is the same as that which garnishes the pretty sweetbreads, which are judiciously combined with shellfish, beans and preserved lemons. The mirabelle plum cake, advertised as lukewarm, is served cold, albeit soft, and accompanied by a melting white beer sorbet. In contrast, the chocolate cake flanked by a mango sorbet is baked à la minute. Service is improving, despite a few blunders. The cellar holds its own with fine bottles of Josmeyer.