You mustn't go against the want for pizza. So "hand break" in the Gapeau valley. An un-swept staircase gives outside access, there are bits of plaster all over the place so you raise your eyes to the sky and listen to hear if the bombers aren't going to go past again just yet. Inside, the lady is nice; it is only once I am sat down that she informs me that pizzas are only at the weekend. For a pizzeria, deciding like lords of the land when these transalpine specialities will or will not be prepared is a bit much. Whatever the reason, it's annoying. Anyway. They can do as they please of course... So what is it to be? Well, we'll have what pizzerias do when they're not making pizza: prawns, red mullet fillets, tartare, rump steak, Milan escalope, pasta... At the entrance downstairs it says menu at 12,50 €. It is equally written on the menu that the lady hands me. Let's go for this menu. Sorry, it's not possible. There is none. "It is our predecessors menu, not ours" she says without batting an eyelid. Incredible. We are at the end of April; they have been here since January 2008 and then haven't even made any modifications! Who is being taken for a ride? The customer? You've won John! They've left up the previous notices at the entrance! To bring in the idiots! There's no 12,50 € left! Instead: a dish of the day at 10 €! I choose the "magret" (duck breast)! A skinny one! Pre-chopped and edible. But drowned. Oh yes? What do you mean by drowned? Under a mushroom sauce which incidentally is quite good. But the soup-like ratatouille smothers the lot. Including the fat chips. And the salad leaves. And the slices of orange that are just there for show. A nasty accident in the plate that I would like to save from disaster with the clever mushroom sauce, which leaves me thinking that the chef must know a thing or two. 11/20. And 10 €. I had the only dessert that was admitted to be home-made, the "tarte à l'ananas" (pineapple tart). Thick and the size you would give to an Alpine hunter when he's just come back from a mission in Greenland, and the chef doesn't avoid the chocolate topping and insufferable whipped cream. 11/20. You mustn't go against the want for pizza. Or at least you must be warned in advance. Just like the fact that the credit card machine is "out of order". That's a good one. No pizzas eh? You get it?