“A pigeon might be dumber than a dolphin – but at least it can fly…” – this quote on the homepage of Le Pigeon Noir is emblematic of the establishment’s wry sense of humour. The authentic vintage interior is perfectly suited to the cheerful, village cafe vibe of this buzzy bistro. Tightly packed tables, a few seats at the counter, red velvet curtains, traditionally garbed waiting staff and the bonus of a charismatic jovial boss. On the menu: traditional Gallic grub devoid of fussy frills and tiresome modern gimmicks. Wholesome, family favourites take the limelight here in dishes oozing in nostalgia and crafted with no-nonsense textbook perfection. Where else do they still serve a light fluffy soufflé of langoustines flanked by an incredible sauce made with the shells and heads? We also recommend another house signature: smoked herring in olive oil garnished with finely sliced red onions and boiled baby potatoes. The ideal venue for a slap-up meal with all the traditional trimmings…