House hunt in the Charente-Maritime makes hungry and the moment I thought, I want to eat we saw as a fata morgana taking the pizzeria of tartiflette. The first impression is one of a village crown/biker cafe and it stays that way. Mr. Tartiflette, yes, he's really called that, is a kind man with a clear love for two-wheelers. His name was our welcome and be the table next to the Russian pool. A simple map of homemade dishes, I took an escalope with dopes, carrots and baked bacons, my girlfriend took a "home made" burger and the surprise, and the whole beer we had left with a bunch of limbs that we had left for the afternoon. Fortunately, we would have eaten at dertiflette or the suffering would have been unbearable;
