The whisper of taste along the Meuse

In Profondeville, between Namur and Dinant, Löctave unfolds like a breath.
A discreetly charming house, perched above the Meuse, where time seems to slow, and every reflection of water, every shimmer of light tells another way of experiencing the table. In this former manor house turned boutique hotel, everything invites calm and gentleness: the soft green tones, high ceilings, hand-painted walls, and a light that glides tenderly across the tables. This is a sanctuary.

Hidden on the garden level, this intimate sixteen-seat dining room is where Loïc Thirion crafts a modern, refined and heartfelt cuisine — a cuisine in his own image. Trained in characterful houses – including La Pyramide in Vienne and several Belgian institutions – the young chef now channels precision and instinct into emotion. His cooking seeks no spectacle, no noise; it moves quietly, with serenity and a respect for the truth of the product.

At Löctave, each dish is composed like a held note:
Raw sea bass with discreet citrus, quail fillet with butternut, Arctic char with beurre monté and watercress, duck from Maison Burgaud with roasted fig, cheeses selected by Pascal Fauville, or a dessert around confit plum.
The plates follow one another like a flowing musical score — pure, fluid, and perfectly tuned. The vegetal takes pride of place, the season sets the tempo, and fire brings depth.

The chef’s compass is simplicity. His aim is not to seduce, but to convince — through coherence, balance, and that rare feeling that every bite says something true. The bread arrives warm, the sauce is discreet yet dense, and the wine finds the right tone.
Pairings, whether classic or alcohol-free, follow the same logic — a dialogue between character and restraint.

In the dining room, Faiçal Rhayou, formerly of Chalet de la Forêt, embodies the same elegance and precision. His service mirrors the soul of the place: attentive, gracious, and quietly refined.
Here, one speaks softly, leaving room for conversation and contemplation.

Löctave is not a place of display — it is a house of emotion.
A restaurant that reminds us that taste is not just a matter of technique, but of soul.
A truly beautiful discovery, carried by precision, serenity, and warmth — one that leaves a gentle, lasting mark.

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