On each of Le Moulin a Cafe’s tables, a candle dances gently, drawing diners in closer to one another and to plates brimming with quintessentially French fare. Gustatory wizards flutter about the kitchen, assembling traditional Gallic treats such as Croque Monsieur sandwiches on Pullman bread and bowls of crème caramel. Free-range roasted chickens arrive to tables infused with herbes de provence and settle alongside water lilies sustainably harvested from Monet's paintings. Glasses of wine and beer leave dewy rings on tabletops, and quiet banter drifts amid sunny yellow walls and a brick fireplace.
