A single room. A single fire. Ten seats at the counter, four two-tops against the wall, and a menu that changes with what the farms hand over Monday morning.
“The fire is the third cook. We try not to get in its way.”
Between Saint-Denis and Berri. Signless door. Ring the bell.
Two weeks out, on the dot. Counter walk-ins held for three seats a night from 10pm onward, first-come.