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Gascogne’s authentic bistro fare and winning provincial details fête the colorful southwestern region of its name. A sketch of the mustached Gascon musketeer, D’Artagnan, graces the menu; French tunes and jazz give way to a number from Amelie. Dried flowers, woven baskets, and half-empty bottles outfit the upstairs dining room and brass chandeliers with exposed light bulbs dangle from the ceiling. Even snippets of peeling paint have a certain je ne sais quoi appeal. Downstairs, a large secluded garden remains open almost all year, with seasonal decorations to boot. Those prospective diners stuck waiting for a table or tardy companion can content themselves by lounging on the window seat upfront or joining the handful of regulars chatting with the bartender. Patrons, primarily in twos, dine on hearty dishes like cassoulet, a comfort food classic composed of rich duck confit, flavorful white beans, and garlic sausage. The wild mushrooms in truffle sauce, served over puff pastry, are a well-executed French treat, and fresh scallops, browned just right and served with spinach, offer a lighter appetizer option. Cap it all off with the show-stopping crepe Suzette, three paper-thin crepes soaked in a pool of Grand Marnier and topped with orange slices, and accompanied by a glass of Armagnac, a regional—and restaurant—specialty. — Kate Appleton

Mon., tasting menu, $29; Tue.—Sun, pre-theater dinner, $27; Sat.—Sun., brunch, $20; Tue.—Fri., lunch, $21

Cassoulet, $26; crepe Suzette, $11