The name of this restaurant derives from the initials (or first two letters) of the names if several members of the family who run it; that should tell you a great deal. We were met on a sunny terrace with one of the warmest welcomes that we have encountered in France. From the chalk-written 'try our home made Sangria' sign to the local honey pots, from the display bottles of locally-produced beer to the potted plants so recently watered that you have to step over the puddles, this place is about as far from a "McDonald's" as it is possible to get. The choice of dishes is possibly too extensive (and as a vegetarian, I don't often get to say that); there are salads, pasta, pizza, crepes and for the carnivores steaks et al (we opted for salads and a pasta dish, all of which were delicious). The choice of wine, however, is reassuringly simple - you can choose from 'this local wine', 'that local wine', or 'this new local wine that we're trying out'. This is not haute cusine (it's not even 'moyen cuisine'), this is well-prepared, well-presented, family cuisine served with a glint-in-the-eye that you rarely find anywhere, let alone in France. I'd eat there again tomorrow, and maybe again the day after.