It all begins with her.
Alice, from Guadeloupe, arrived in France with a suitcase and a great deal of courage.
She cooked as naturally as she breathed: colombo, accras, fried plantains.
She had opened a restaurant, but life had other plans. So she kept feeding people in her own way at home, for her family, without ever complaining.
She is where it all begins. Her name is on the door.
ALICE
From this woman, and from his mother, Cyril inherited what matters most: a strong work ethic and the desire to feed others.
Years in the heat of the kitchen,
endless services, skills learned the hard way.
Until the day he set aside his white jacket and took the leap.
In Versailles, on Place Saint-Symphorien, he opened his own table.
A French cuisine, homemade and open to the world. Carefully crafted ingredients, comforting flavors, dishes that tell a story.
Like Alice, he feeds others. But in his own way.
CYRIL
And the story goes on.
On the menu, there is Lison’s cookie a dessert imagined with his daughter.
A cake like a quiet nod, a way of saying that the best recipes are passed down through family.
From Alice to Lison, through Cyril, three generations share the same belief: when you feed someone, you give them a part of yourself.