We were staying at the B&B opposite (Le Mont d'Olivine) so it was just a walk down the drive and over the road to this place, which is literally in the middle of nowhere and marked by a couple of abandoned Citroen H1 vans on the side of the road. As you walk down the rickety path towards the rather knackered old building, you're thinking 'this is either going to be a disaster or something really special'. Fortunately it turns out be very special - and quite unlike anywhere else you're going to eat this year, that's for sure. We're greeted by Sylva who it turns out is the greeter, chef-patron, the waiter - and presumably dish-washer too. He does the whole thing, solo. Ignore the gas bills, circulars and general detritus piled up as you come in... That's his hallway and you're eating in his dining room / lounge. In our case, on our own. It was a grim Thursday evening in early June, but if more people knew about this place, it should have been packed. Go for the Choix du Chef, which you'll get a full debrief on - and I mean full - but will all be delicous. Clearly times have been better - we heard tales of cats who'd been eaten by wolves years ago, thousands of drivers who used to pass by but no longer do and there's an amazing terrace which looks like it'd be the best place for dinner al fresco ever, but is now unloved and abandoned. Just go with it... Go here with friends, don't bother with the menu - just eat & drink what you're given - lots of it - and tell your friends. With so many restaurants all being much like each other, this is unique. In a really good way.