Manhattan Beach, Los Angeles · restaurant
A breezy slice of the French Riviera a few blocks from the sand—rosé in steady rotation, wicker and whitewashed wood, and a room that leans into long afternoons. The menu sticks to the hits (steak frites, moules, Niçoise) without overworking them, and the crowd slides easily from beach casual to date-night polished. It’s the kind of place where one glass turns into a bottle and no one’s rushing you out.