It’s worth seeking out this charming neighborhood bistro tucked into a petite, converted shotgun house along a busy stretch of Carrollton Avenue. The Mid-City gem works perfectly for dinner with the folks, girlfriends' get-together, or date night. Try for one of the bright banquettes along the tasteful taupe walls. Crisply attentive servers deliver farm-fresh food done with a French accent and a delicate hand. A butter lettuce salad with ricotta salata is nothing earth-shattering, just perfectly dressed and perfectly simple. Risotto, infused with saffron on one occasion and dotted with heirloom tomatoes on another, was not shared. Diver scallops came with grilled eggplant, topped with a smoky tomato butter that underscored the bivalves’ sweetness; a massive double-cut pork chop in its manly whiskey glaze was topped with (too few) flash-fried onions. The signature cone of deep-fried mini cupcakes is adorable, but a pineapple-tart tatin with rhubarb ice cream floored us. Wines, mostly Spanish, French, and Californian, are carefully matched and fairly marked up.