Be warned about the recommendation that follows. Chez Jo may well be as good a place as any to eat along the Varois coast, say between Toulon and Saint-Tropez, but it has its peculiarity. This is how I put it a year ago:
If you do explore the beaches outside Le Lavandou, Saint-Clair is the prettiest but it also small and, consequently, the most crowded. Le Layet is not recommended unless you propose to take everything off or have booked a table at the excellent Chez Jo where customers eat in clothing (making them what naturists call les textiles) and don't mind seeing the exposed bits of non-textiles wandering over to inspect the menu ...
As for excellence, Chez Lo has it in spades.
What you see above - click on it for a better view - is a sumptious bouillabaisse, two in fact about to be delivered on their cork plateaux to a table of 12. I would not wish to upset the squeamish, or indeed la Fondation Brigitte Bardot - wouldn't want her choking on her vegetables along the coastline at La Madrague - by sharing the finer detail of how that magnificent feast came to be prepared.
But as one comment after another at TripAdvisor - or the ones I read at the top end of the thread - you are never really disappointed at Chez Jo.
The service is friendly, those providing it smiling and efficient. The food is not cheap - we paid just under €30 a head for big, tasty grilled gambas with a generous portion of fried potatoes. But the pichet of rosé was so reasonably priced that even with coffee and bottled water, we paid only €71 for everything - a little less than it had cost to be utterly ripped off recently for seriously bad food at another superb location, not more than 2km away.
There is always a great atmosphere on the platform where food is served, with a clientele drawn from locals who now a good thing when they taste it, people on holiday nearby and well-heeled customers rowed ashore from impressive, if hardly Saint-Trop-sized boats.
And the unclothed bodies? Our were not among them. You can actually forget they are there at all. But, mindful of the fact that mine is certainly not made not be exposed to public gaze, be prepared for the occasional jolt to the sensibilities when a lapse in concentration places dangly bits or bouncing flesh within sight.
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