By far, the dark haired sparkling waitress is the best thing. She hands out smiles and kind words to all of the varied and disparate customers, which in fact means the same thing, but I felt like saying it. With someone as welcoming is in the dining room, the establishment earns remarkably high marks for "the attendance mark" according to our criteria. With Mauricette, although we played the busy game (we've got an appointment etc) just to test her limit with annoying customers, this pretty young lady carries on with a smile, a model, a model-employee. The dishes are less strict. To start with: it's expensive. The menu at 25 € is not very exciting. Correct prices near the sea are becoming a rare thing. What does "correct" mean? Nothing really! It's quality price that counts! This is what makes us remember places or not. For example Mauricette's "malfadines sauce roquefort" lack interest. This is pasta for those who don't know. They arrive warm, the sauce is ordinary. 12/20. And 10 €. For 16 €, I was hoping to do better with my "magret de canard" (duck breast). Pre-cut but burnt. No supple pink meat underneath the fat, it is as dry as a stick. Three garnishings: a cold ratatouille, hot not greasy French fries, tinned cold green beans. High season hasn't started but slaughtering has. At this price, you should expect the place to be a little more serious. 10/20. We end here, don't really feel like dessert, we just want to go. On one side it is a bar, on the other a restaurant. On the port, facing the boats which are not the only ones to be swaying: the cuisine is too, it is totally lacking rigour.