Imagine you are travelling in the woods. You are hungry and tired. You have passed by a few inns and taverns, which are either rowdy or impersonal - unless you wish to check into an inn – and they only serve food predictably dreary. Oh, wait. There is another place; however it would take you deeper into the woods and on higher latitude - near the mountainous area. It may be a little past dusk before you reach that area.

As you amble along the dusty road, exhausted and growing quite impatient, something visibly indiscernible came into view. A house. It is two-storied, standing behind a small courtyard, trimmed with dancing lights emitting from the windows. You hear some soft laughter rising above some indistinct clinking. But one thing: the unmistakable smell of food. Suddenly, the air smell fresh as apples and aromatic as herbs, which are both strangely familiar and comforting. As you step into ARDENT'S, you know this is the place that would suit you very well.