Those who know Dorette Borello's house also know that there is only one way to come to her table. There are certainly two entrances, one on the street and one by the river with plane trees. But the only way to come, the only key, one magic formula: wearing a big smile! Any offenders will not be punished. They will just be given a lesson about the philosophy of life with Dorette. 7 days a week playing her favourite game of cook, serving, welcoming salesmen, doing the rooms, the accounts, but also listening, consoling, telling stories... In a world where everything is going too fast to even dare think about the future, a pilgrimage to Dorette's will make you happy in a jiffy. Including questions about table pleasure.

With Mauricette, she to whom it suffices in giving her food for her to stop being hungry, we dug in to a meal made to fill you up so much that you don't finish the bread on the table, if you see what I mean... there is that much and so much more! "Hors d'oeuvre"! Raw vegetables, raw ham and terrine! Gorgeous home prepared ham, just this minute sliced and rennet stomach! 14's/20 and 14,5's/20! Cart loads! People come from afar and further just to eat Dorette's "omelette aux champignons" (mushroom omelette)! I have to say that she is a model of the kind! With real cepe as if you were family! 14,5/20! With the lady with the green hat, it is during our meals, different ones, that we go down separate roads. Not for long enough unfortunately. But you can get too much of a good thing! She: "gambas grillés" (grilled prawns) and me "grenouilles à la provençale" (provençal frog's legs). The strict absence of added fat adds to the pleasure of eating with your fingers. The garnishing is memorable even if... simple sauté potatoes. 14,5/20. It's difficult to avoid the Collobrières "crème de marron" (horse-chestnut cream). Here it is, with whipped cream or fromage blanc, or on its own, or however you like. But with one of Dorette's scrumptious meringues, oh yes. Because she makes meringues as well. 14,5/20 but 15/20 for the meringues. This is a real family affair with two of her sons in the dining room and a nice quiet second in the kitchen. Prices that would drive an expert-accountant epileptic. An island in the green, it's at Collobrières, to feel good it would be hard to do better.