I am twenty three years old, and you can’t make that up. Twenty three years old. Nothing changes. Twenty three years old. Full of stories and full of dreams.
Lola, since 1994
I like to be the last, to turn out the lights, to appreciate the silence and the smells until daybreak, the peace and quiet together with the sense of a job well done.
Classic and contemporary, she is benevolent because it is close to those who discover or appreciate her.
Open and authentic, she uses terroir products from here and far to surprise and seduce the palate.
Joyful and gourmet, she expresses herself several times a year through a variety of festivals featuring seasonal products.
The world parks in front of my place.
My dear, Sunday lunchtime, you need to reserve. But okay, Lola can manage. Come back in twenty minutes. I promise you’ll have a table.
At my place, the first note is a welcoming one. The rest will follow.
My customers become regulars. I can give them my news. One day we talk about a recipe, another about an event in the district to check out or not to be missed. I can announce the start of a festival, a meeting with a new producer or the arrival of a product. I can talk to you about the people I like, my places and my addresses. So don’t be shy, give me your address.