My wife and I sought refuge inside the brasserie of the Hotel Ile de France one cold, blustery July afternoon. As has happened to us so often in the past, pure serendipity brought us there. It turned out to be one of the best restaurants we have ever come across that don't require a mortgage to pay the bill. We were delighted. It was warm and cozy, service was prompt and efficient, and the food was absolutely splendid. Granted, we didn't make our way all the way through the menu, but the Quiche Lorraine was the best I'd ever had outside metropolitan France, and the grilled salmon I had that evening was to die for. Price? By French standards, not bad: around 30 Euros for two, as I recall.