This dinky little restaurant serves dinky little plates of pleasure from an improbably small kitchen. The chef is Georges himself (and he’s no giant), who produces surprisingly high-end Franco-Belgian fare from this homely wee spot. The compactness of the dining room means conversations tend to be a little hushed, which adds to the museum-like atmosphere of quiet reverence. This is enhanced by the frilly decor – white linen table cloths; intricately folded napkins; large, gilded frames to mirrors, and an ornate, flowery colour scheme to the walls. It feels a little like sitting in a mock-up of a period house from the 20s or 30s, and Georges refusal to yield to faddishness is to be admired. As is his strong belief in cream and butter, creating a richness of flavours that is typically French. An old-school restaurant dedicated to old-school pleasures.