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, a girlfriends' lunch, or date night with your sweetheart. 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, but deserves mention for being a perfectly dressed, perfectly simple salad. Risotto, infused with saffron on one occasion and dotted with heirloom tomatoes on another, was not shared. Uh-uh. Diver scallops came with grilled eggplant and more of those heirloom tomatoes, topped with a smoky tomato butter that underscored the bivalves’ sweetness; a massive double-cut pork chop was anything but sweet, in its manly whiskey glaze and topped with (too few) flash-fried onions. While we’re on sweetness, dessert also stands out here: 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. Reservations strongly suggested.