At site of the garage of the old Minerva cars, two brothers rebuild and refurbished the grease room into a restaurant. Not just any restaurant but the best in town according to the publisher of Archipel who invited me for a nice meal there. The old grease pit is left intact, covered with thick glass and lit from within. Everything, just as the old cars, exudes class and quality. Now get me right, not snobbery. The waiters speak in dialect, know their customer's taste and are unobtrusive yet will chat, suggest and seduce to take what is really good and extremely fresh that day. The publisher, Mel and I were treated to nice creuse oysters, Asparagus à la Flamande and a light desert of lemon sherbet with a dash of vodka. My friends have good taste.