La Cave Se Rebiffe

The years go by and, little by little, the road starts looking different: like an excuse to stop and enjoy life. That's how this lovely discovery crossed our path one Sunday evening.

The place isn't very big and is organized mainly around a counter where you wouldn't be surprised to see Gabin or Blier leaning on their elbows, glass of red wine in hand (for those who get the reference). Behind the bar, Benjamin or Julius — depending on the day — and a big blackboard serving as a wine list, impressive, loaded with sharp picks, many of which stray from the beaten path. Exciting.

The soundtrack is carefully curated, the place has soul. People loosen up quickly and conversations end up mingling between the different groups who came to treat themselves… the place is as convivial as you could hope for.

On the plates, the choice is limited but more than enough, especially since our two owners work solo and only have, like most of us, two arms each. The little menu offers a few carefully selected bites to start: a cecina from Txogitxu, burrata from Puglia, some small sardines…

A black pudding parmentier from Louis Ospital extends the evening, accompanied by a pinot from Clos du Moulin aux Moines. Happy marriage. We finish with a rum baba with passion fruit and ginger, a touch less fantastic but still really nice.

A lively, sincere address to slip urgently into any good gourmet road guide. A not insignificant bonus: open every day. And that's precious.