Push this door, a burning sensation.

The door of this house will never open like the others. Not this door, not the one before, not those of the Carmelites, not those of the ephemeral, not any of the doors that Christophe Hardiquest has placed on his journey. So many universes, so many horizons. So many men and so many women in the brigade, in the audience, so many humans behind the scenes. So many stars, a constellation of plurals.

For a few months, Christophe Hardiquest has placed another blank page within his walls, still at the edge of the Forest of Soignes. The stars have vanished, the toques have faded, a crystalline horizon. The decor of Bon Bon erased, the velvets blurred, the plush seats removed. Wood has come, here through a sky of branches, there through a counter with voluptuous curves; a scout for the other elements, it calls with its branches, it invites the garden, it summons the forest, it exhorts the earth. The sky and the sea are never far, more complicit and faithful than us. The elements are always right.

To talk about the plate, I waited. No desire to play the mentalist from the stands, time has dizzying virtues, those that trends ignore, my choice has been engraved for a long time.

If Christophe Hardiquest's restaurant has found a new costume, its deep soul and that of its cuisine remain marked, with iron. And on that day, it will have taken only a single amuse-bouche to rediscover the essence of what makes the cuisine of the great Chef. The 'bam' we all seek! Then, to experience this cuisine focused on major flavors, a galvanizing cuisine on one side, sensitive on the other, readable and complex, but so free. We are beyond accuracy, above, well above.

After such a meal, one can only summon superlatives. For many reasons, so many reasons, he deserves them. If only for the happiness given and received.