My friends and I adore this gem of a French restaurant. The atmosphere is very much European: a comfortably slow service that allows you to enjoy the amazing food and company as hours melt away without a care. Owned by a pleasant French couple that personally reads you a menu that changes daily, the decor has a warm charm that makes you feel as if you’ve just stumbled in from some hidden side street of Paris. (Also comes equipped with a daughter that craves attention from guests and tends to over-entertain restaurant patrons as a result. As long as you don’t make eye contact, she won’t approach your table and will instead lurk from a safe distance. But beware, she senses fear and seems to enjoy it.)
It’s nice to know that if I ever need to, I have a place to escape into my European nostalgia for a night, right here at home in Los Angeles.
Amazing bar food and Jameson. Walking in the cold with my best friend. Souplantation. Testing furniture at Target. Jeff’s art show, old friends, new friends, and accidental free Jameson at an Irish pub in Noho. Late night McDonald’s. Korean lunch. Ever After on DVD, blankets and Thrifty’s ice cream. All in all, the perfect weekend.
