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A fantastic alfresco patio and giant drapeau tricolore proudly greet diners at the entrance, while old-school rusticity runs riot as loved-up Chelsea types canoodle among Poule au Pot's nook-like rooms, wicker baskets, dried flowers and dripping candles. The food also plays its part: bistro classics such as ratatouille, confit duck, steak-frites and, naturally, the eponymous chicken in a pot all make an appearance, although the cooking can fall flat – despite all that romantic nostalgia. Complaints about punchy prices come thick and fast, although a set menu promises two plates for less than £20. Service has more than a touch of ‘Allo ‘Allo! – in other words, ‘perfectly friendly but almost comically Gallic'. Despite such grumbles, this bijou gem remains a popular destination for those wanting to celebrate, reminisce or pretend to be lost in provincial France.

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sexdrugsandbaconrolls :: La Poule au Pot
This beautiful little French restaurant is nestled within the heart of Belgravia next to the old square in Ebury. It is easy to walk by La Poule au Pot especially in the winter at it is dark inside and has little promotion (it really doesn’t need it). In the summer however they have seats on the path way where people enjoy long afternoons of wine, cheese and friends (that is the life, no?). We walked into this small quaint restaurant and were greeted immediately by the waiter at a small wooden desk, he spoke French and we managed to get by (clearly he spoke English but it was clear it did not come naturally to him). All the waiters for that matter were French and would speak French to you whilst I (true ignorant Brit) would answer in English and point to things; I really didn’t meant to be rude but I have never studied French and to tell the truth even if I did I doubt I would be able to say much as my linguistic skills are lacking to say the least...
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