A light-filled slice of Southern France lives in Chabrol off Yorkville Ave, brought to you by the palates behind Cava. The name couldn't be more perfect, inspired by the expression "faire charbol," which describes the tradition of pouring red wine into the remains of a soup bowl and then drinking it to soak up leftover flavor. That should give you a good indication that flavor is aplenty here. Bistro chairs surround marble-topped tables where traditionally prepared foods like whitefish with sea asparagus steamed in parchment paper and escarole-celery root gratin topped with flavorful breadcrumbs served in cast iron are tucked into. You'd do just as well to stop in for a glass of champagne and some Normandy oysters, which will have you humming Edith Piaf on your way out.