Traveling along the roads of Saint-Roch, I, Sir Ludovic de Téléton, noble in stature and rank, stopped at an inn called Le Bleu d’Armor, where gentlemen and lords are received with respect and kindness. As soon as I was received with reverence, I was led to the table, and the host, a man of great learning and generosity, presented me with his dishes.
Wishing to avoid risking my fortune or making a questionable choice, I chose the most worthy and renowned dish: a Savoyard pizza, generously topped and ample, sufficient for my hearty appetite and the stature of a gentleman of my rank. The golden, crisp crust and the tender, fragrant charcuterie fully satisfied both body and soul.
I praised the host for his skill and care: a wise man, he knows how to feed people of high lineage without offense or want, and every gesture of his hand reveals a loyal heart and diligence. Thus nourished and honored, I left the place, recognizing that there are few inns where abundance, quality and service meet according to the proprieties of a lord such as myself.
A small, unpretentious restaurant that offers everything you could want in such an establishment: cleanliness, a friendly welcome, simple but very good quality, and homemade cuisine. Quick service. This was my third visit, but it won't be my last.
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