I like Le Pradet... On one side is the beach for those obsessed with flip flops and on the other is a more animated and ordinary centre of town view, especially on market day. On the big square, the gentlemen enter the newspaper stand quickly, holding their heads high and come out again slowly, dragging their feet, their heads low, noses plunged in to their open newspaper. Whilst sitting on café terraces wearing their sun glasses, spring birds laugh in to their phones, put their hands through their hair and stretch out their legs which seem to be impatiently waiting for the prickly midday sun to turn them pink: we're just coming out of winter. Oh yes. I'm in a good mood. Not my fault. It's the chef's, he's got a clever toque. A pure and restful décor, where the essential: the dishes, arrive like pictures: full of colour. Here is a "brochette de magret au sésame" (duck breast kebab with sesame) which acts as a full meal, small appetites must change paths. The chef is not stingy with his portions! The not over greasy breast has been seized on the grill, fresh salad and to garnish, a delicious lightly garlicky polenta. Super! 15/20.

One dish and my stomach is already waving a white flag! But the sound of chocolate can not be ignored. In Eric Parisi's "tarte au chocolat". Just as this chef can please with titbits, raspberries, red currents, strawberries, oranges. Striking chocolate, plain, a frank tablet. Maybe slightly too hot... But 15/20 with no discussing! The chef changes the dishes depending on the moment, the market, the cost of copper in oriental Timor and the position of the Sagittarius constellation in the sky. I'm joking: when he wishes, depending how he feels! He barely manages to hide his emotion, this father of twin girls aged 28, when he expresses that he learnt a lot in the kitchen with Christophe Solé, during a happy time at "La Réserve" in Carqueiranne. And then this. One day along with his partner Stéphanie who runs the dining room, they opened shop in a charming square in the Var, in Le Pradet, just like that, without warning. You know the rest of the story, and if you went there, you would become part of it too.