"For as long a I have been visiting this delightful capital city of the Perigord, an unpretentious restaurant in a corner of one of the old town's picturesque squares has supplied my lunch-time refreshment, rain or shine.The menu here never seems to change as the years roll by (which is good for me, as I am widely acknowledged to be the world's least adventurous diner). The service is rapid, even at busy times, and the freshness and quality of the food never disappoints. (With the possible exception of the little creepy, caterpillary substance which my wife found already dining on one of her salad leaves on our recent visit. But, hey, that can happen anywhere, can't it? There was plenty of the leaf left for her to eat, anyway, so I don't know why she made a fuss.)Under the shelter of Charlotte's striped awnings, one can savour a delicous crepe, think happy thoughts, and watch the world go by, confident that the bill, when it arrives, will not put undue strain on the holiday budget.It is more than five years since we dined here last, but some things never change, and I happy to say that this enduring little eatery is one of those."
