Visible from the entrance in the distance, the Bois sans Feuilles (« the Wood Without Leaves ») looks mysterious: could this be an enchanted forest? Once you enter it, tree trunks seem to appear and disappear along the path that leads to the table. Build around a hundred-year-old oak tree, the dining room looks like an extension of the grassy field and the woods beyond. The tables are partially visible behind the folded steel pillars that hold up the roof.
Cooking is in constant motion. It is guided by the generosity of nature and man. To be precise, the cook must stay on the alert and must relentlessly taste and adjust the balance of flavours and textures. This approach is fundamental to me. At the farmers' market, I see the harvest spread before my eyes and I feel excitement. I would not for anything miss this moment when encounter and creation collide.