I maintain that to "tester a restaurant", it is better to ask for a simple dish than to visit his toilet. A practical example with the rush and its cheese plate: cheeses are exceptional: of rare quality, refined to desired, served at room temperature, accompanied by a mesclun seasoned with a discreet homemade vinaigrette but (scratch disc noise) cheese is abundantly sprinkled with a balsamic vinegar so caramelized that it would be better to enjoy them. For example, it is an excellent idea to have kept this neighbourhood rade in its juice of the 50s subtly embellished with some chick-like finds, but the lack of space is often awkward. The general impression is that there are real advantages at this address: the place is friendly, the products are of quality, the kitchen is mastered, general impression saved by a multitude of small odds: the smell of graillon on the clothes when you go out, the approximate service or a little rough (it is a way to be effective without damaging the dishes, the covers, or even the customers...