Fair days, flea market days it's the party at the White Cross. All generations find themselves pressed against each other with complete simplicity. There is no point in booking. We kindly wait our turn, making friends with strangers over a drink followed by a good meal. With a smile on our lips, nothing stresses the boss, his wife or his daughter, all three concerned about our well-being. I recommend this place, a little noisy (victim of its success) but super friendly.