An ode to being trendy, comfortable deco and flat screens on which to watch a film about an evening here, full of champagne and maybe happy, with a permanent rogues' gallery of friends flashed with their glass of bubbles in hand. But also there is an alternating documentary on big cats in Africa. As soon as I sit, a lioness rips a gazelle apart. It didn't make the waitress smile: do you do tartare? Anyway! The snobby customers, who act stuffy, are amazed by everything but always with a blasé look, word or gesture. There is even sushi on offer in this house, and to be perfectly clear with you, this is why I'm here. The juvenile waitress informs me that today there are no sushi. Bang. It's annoying when the shop-front doesn't have a notice up warning you. The customer comes in, happily sits down, is told and therefore trapped. So the same happy customer goes for the one product which is a trap for the chef: St-Jacques shellfish! "Brochette de St-Jacques et rizotto" (St-Jacques kebab and risotto) at 22 €. My dear readers, it was great, which is a good thing seeing the price. On all angles precise, good well-worked products. A well deserved 15/20. On the contrary the "sabayon de fruits frais" (fresh fruit zabaglione) is offside. A complete mistake. A puddle covered with a puree on top of bits of un-enticing fruit. 8 € and 11/20. Two dishes and a big split. It would be best to remember the chef's savoury potential. At the end of the day, the waitress actually smiles. At coffee time. Is this because for no reason at all it costs 3 €? A heart sinker to finish you off.: loud speakers dribble out famous music: a song from the 70's by Joan Baez, "Sacco and Vanzetti" both condemned to death in the 20's. But this famous melody by Ennio Morricone has been pirated in to "lounge music". To hear such an engaged song transformed in to something as sweet as nougat or Turkish delight in a place as sickeningly sweet as this will be by far the hardest thing to take.