this is an interesting place. a limited menu, some pasta, some omlettes, egg and chips. the menu's a bad photocopy, but the chef is extremely tempremental and won't allow any deviation from it. you're very likely to have to share a table because it's so small. but it has a lovely ancient feeling. wood rubbed smooth by years and years of idling bottoms, red formica-y stuff, polished by generations of worn elbows. strange paintings covered in nicotine.
a lovely place to sit and drink your tea. because there's always a conversation to overhear.
As Patrick warned, the Centrale has indeed closed.
But life goes on, as the owners explain all over their windows.
With a handy map...