...as I was salty, sweaty, tired and cranky, but I'm just along for the ride so... The atmosphere was great. It's a little pub/cafe that only serves one meal. French mac and cheese topped with some sort of beef stew, bread, wine, 6 different types of cheeses, wine, rum, or chocolate ice cream... oh, and wine. All the wine you could drink for one price. Tried goat cheese with a little honey and some cracked pepper on top for the first time today. It's fucking brilliant!! The chef made eggs specially for us so Muriel was trying to get me to eat it. Shit I wanted the mac and cheese. I wasn't especially hungry either. Didn't eat em. No one cared.