The service was super-friendly but scattered. Our two menus somehow ended up as a shared entrée and plat (but separate desserts!!) with the rectagonal platters positioned so we could each start at one end and meet in the middle. We didn't leave hungry either.
"Magret de canard au piment d’espelette, aubergines rôties à l’ail & basilic, oignons rouges confits au porto"
We eat so much duck at home that I rarely order it when we're outside the deep south. But this dish sounded startlingly different--in a good way. I couldn't really taste the espelette pepper on the grilled duck but there was enough going on on anyway in hte flavour department. Halved eggplants roasted so long that they'd collapsed on themselves, glorious red onions sweet from their bath of port and the surprise of a basil leaf of garnish. Might try this one at home too.
Dessert porn. Think of the traditional banoffee pie. Now destructure it and arrange all the elements separately.