At Piou Piou, you can’t sit down.
You order, you moove your booty to the great playlist and you leave with your precious hot and smelly package.
There, protected by your screen, you can quietly eat the mountain of fried chicken in your bucket and the accompanying smashed patatoes.
There’s no need to be ashamed, no one can see you. But they can hear you licking your fingers…
Driko tells us all about his Label Rouge free-range chickens, his farmhouse cheddar cream and his potato starch buns.
But he doesn’t give us the recepie of the incredible crust.