26/02/2026: Besides the restaurant, which is very good and the food excellent, I want to recount an episode that I found much less enchanting, and which definitively sealed the divorce between the establishment and me.
Cooking isn't just about skill.
On that front, there's nothing to criticize, but it's also a way of being. And it's on this point that I'm very disappointed. Let me explain:
Melanie, the owner, regularly hosts musicians of various styles.
That's actually how I discovered the establishment. I was looking for venues to play.
I made initial contact, sometime in October I think. Melanie, delighted, told me, "No problem, come to the restaurant so we can talk about it."
I did more than just come; it was Beaujolais Nouveau Day, November 20th. I reserved a table for dinner. Very good.
I took the opportunity to talk to Melanie about what I do, leaving her my business card, flyers, and other documents.
She kindly told me, and seemed interested, no problem, come back sometime in January or February... so, three months later.
Which I did.
Better than just come back, I reserved a table for February 14th, Valentine's Day.
And I told her about my music again...
And the same thing happened again!
Come back in three months! So, sometime in May?!
And in May?
Sometime in August?
And in August?
Sometime in October?
Faced with my persistence and a little disappointed, she told me, "It was February 14th, 2026, call me back in eight days."
Which I did.
No response.
I left a voicemail, no answer. I called back a few days later, another voicemail, no answer, no call back, etc., etc. Mélanie is completely unresponsive.
In short, I would have preferred that Mélanie tell me no, a frank and direct no, rather than stringing me along.
More honesty!
"No, you're too fat! No, you're ugly! No, your music is awful!" Nonsense, but she shouldn't string me along. That's not right.
An answer... positive or negative, it doesn't matter, but an answer. Without lies.
Cooking is art.
Music is art.
Luckily, people didn't treat Mélanie's cooking the way she treated me. Otherwise, her shop would have closed a long time ago.
Mélanie strung me along, giving me no chance. I would have preferred more honesty. What I experienced was clearly contempt.
Human nature?
Or the Loiret mafia striking again?
Or simply a lack of decorum? Perhaps all three.
I was convinced that cooking was about connecting with others... how naive I was.
This doesn't call into question the quality of the establishment or the cuisine.
But I don't see myself going back either.
It's okay, I remain true to my motto:
"Amor fati"
Yes, it's Latin; it requires a bit of education in addition to good manners.
08/01/2026: The quality of the products is excellent.
A very good place.
I'll be back.
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