Passing The Little Bistro we remembered a memorable dinner there years ago when it was called C’est La Vie. We booked for 7.30pm and arrived to find a small room with 11 tables squeezed in. The ambience was distinctly French and reminded us of other French restaurants we’ve enjoyed, including (ahem) in Montmartre and on the Ile de la Cite.
I had Akaroa salmon beautifully baked, with summer vegetables. Having cruised past the salmon farm earlier in the day I knew the fish would have been hand fed and hand harvested. I hadn’t previously realised that salmon farming is so labour intensive.
We were told that C’est la Vie was damaged by fire in February 2009. The owners had refurbished the building, but the restaurant was closed until the current owners took over in December that year. When I remarked on the typewritten menu I was told it was done on an old Smith Corona the owner had found in a London flat. I wonder how hard it is to get new ribbons?
Dessert was berries, meringue, icecream, and coulis, served in a mason jar. This was a most memorable meal and I’d warmly recommend the little bistro if you’re going to Akaroa. On a Tuesday evening it was full for two sittings, so best to book ahead.
“The little bistro is tres bon,
so book, lest tables have all gone.”