How is a place without a carnival of light and shadow or parade of ostentatious forms described? How is a place that does not shout, "Look at me!" created? Such atmospheres are dark and obscure — adumbrated spaces. No pretention or grand trompe l'oeil, the architecture becomes a subtle backdrop for the unfathomably complex man. The archaic and natural play of food and drink on a modest stage. You are what you eat, both alone and in company. Collective reflection on a collective need — this is how you finally reach a place where people direct their attention at themselves, at the person opposite and at the beguiling art of delicacies. A shade of darkness. A face here and there. A voice. A laugh. A spotlight focused on an exotic composition of ingredients. Finally reflection, finally a place whose charms are few and focused. Noir, a pause from the commotion — a place that doesn't clamber for your attention.