Atao (which means always or forever in Breton as in "Breiz Atao") not the name of its Japanese staffer is a place in the 17th that has been a reliable Sunday lunch standby for us for a long time. From the Gavrines oyster box-top to the truck parked outside you know where the oysters are coming from and their other product sources are proudly spelled out in the menu which presenta a dazzling number of options.
Our guests shared the platter of five whole langoustines while Colette had six decorticated ones wrapped in shaved radish with menthe poivree (as we figured out = peppermint) and I nine of the Belles creuses No 1; none of complained!
Then our male friend had a super piece of daurade royale with crisp fingerling potatoes, Madame had two generous chunks of lieu jaune with the most impressive half-circle of variously colored beets, carrots, cauliflower, broccoli and squash I've ever seen and Colette and I had the shrimp sauteed in ginger and coriander - Yum to all.
To terminate, we all shared crepes with butter and sugar and lemon and roasted figs with Chantilly; needless to say very, very nice.
Q: Go? A: Brittany forever!
