OK, I didn't go to this restaurant last night, because it's in Lyon, France. But I got close. We went to Le Lyonnaise in Acton and it was like stumbling across a country kitchen in Burgundy. Simple. Elegant, worth the 25-minute wait we endured w/ rezzies. But a party of 30 was in the house and the protraction got our juices flowing. When we did land at a candle-lit table w/ white roses by the window, we were ready for an experience. And splash-out we did. One Kir Royale, escargot, a veal chop, bordeaux and floating island dessert later and I was in Francophile nirvana. So was gourmet guy who, digging into his crepe-covered tenderloin surprise, cried out "this is seriously good." And it was, it was. If I could throw out a bon mot or two here I would, but I took Spanish in high school. This unassuming white ranch off Route 2A is the closest thing we Yankees can get to French gastronomie. As if you need proof, there are two pix of Julia Childs on the wall w/ owner Gerard. Save this one for a special occasion, it deserves it.