After a long, but soothing walk at the Canal Saint-Martin Sunday evening, this place is just there when you need it the most. With its dragging charm, it is welcoming and easy going. The bar alludes a somewhat classical scenery, where the child of the waiter/tender is dining quietly, gets picked up by his mother (the wife of the barman), after which the mistress takes over the scene. Or something like that. This parallel universe, however charming it might be, does not speed up the service. But it is something. And the food is good, very well prepared; the menu is tempting and holds its promises. The style is inventive, and seems yet firmly grounded in the classical virtues.
www.les-enfants-perdus.com
www.les-enfants-perdus.com
