Brad H.
Yelp
We spent 7 days scouring France for the best food we could lay our hands on. This place is it. Pay no attention to the small number of reviews. It's because few yelper Americans venture to this quaint little corner that sits slightly off the beaten downtown Bayeux path.
First thing you'll notice is that this place is classy. Very classy. Your hostess speaks great english, and is poised, polite and friendly. This is French dining, where the details matter.
This is the food that rocked our world:
ENTREES
Biscuit croustillant de rouget et livèche (Red Mullet): The sauce almost killed me, I barely resisted licking the plate.
Poireau bio pané à la Catalane (Leek): This could not have been a leek, it tasted like fluffy, crunchy happiness
PLATS
Pièce de veau Normand prise dans le filet (Veal Filet with Gnocchi): If I could get these gnocchi at home I might try to sell them on the black market.
Dos d'églefin laqué miel-sésame (I think?): This one I'm not quite sure what it was... some kind of amazing seafood in a cloud-like foamy sauce with bacon. I've twisted my wife's arm for 8 years to eat seafood and she said it was the best thing she ate in France.
DESSERTS
Dôme fondant chocolat-pailletine (Dark Chocolate with Vanilla Ice Cream): Chocolate that's more chocolat-y than you've ever tasted, with Vanilla that's more vanilla-y than you knew could be possible. With gold on top.
Tartelette à l'orange (Orange Tart with Orange Sorbet): This is VERY important. If you don't take anything else away from this review, you must read this. Navigate to Orbitz.com. Buy a ticket to Paris. Drive to Bayeux. Walk in to L'Angle Saint Laurent and tell them you want the orange tart. Eat it slowly. You have never tasted orange like that because oranges don't reach that level of citrusness on their own. Take the time between each bite to realize that the Nepal pepper they added to the orange flavor to jack it into the stratosphere is literally illegal in the United States. Why? Who knows. Maybe because peppers that taste citrus-y are witchcraft. But after we tasted this miracle we read the menu carefully and started pouring through Wikipedia, which sent us on a weeklong hunt to try to find some and and smuggle it through customs (sorry Trump, we couldn't find it anywhere).
To top it all off, our final bill rang in at 74 euro (we don't drink though).
Should you eat here? Yes you should.