III.Our story

Three friends,
one table.

an open-door story

At Complices, cooking is above all a human story. Behind every plate there is a trio, tales, childhood memories, cultures, encounters, gestures passed down, landscapes — in short, an open-door story that shapes the identity and richness of the restaurant.

Here, food is told not only through its ingredients, but through what it evokes: a family table to discover together, a scent of spices, a fruit tasted while travelling, a precise memory we want to share with you.

A cuisine of stories,
of memories and complicity.

a table where you want to linger

The context.

how it began

Complices was born from the will of three long-time friends to create a restaurant embodying their shared history, their friendship and their journey through fine dining.

In spring 2026, Antoine, Corentin and Arnaud settle in Place des Cardeurs, in the beating heart of Aix-en-Provence. A counter, twelve tables, a kitchen open onto the room. No endless menu, no tasting menu, no fuss.

Just a table where you want to linger. What do we serve? What we like to eat ourselves. What do we share? A little more than a plate.

South & Ethiopian roots

Antoine

Mediterranean cooking, spices of childhood

I grew up between southern France and my Ethiopian roots, around family meals, flatbreads and flavours lifted by spices.

Through my experiences in Gordes, at the Auberge de Carcagne, in Corsica and New Caledonia, I discovered precision and the pursuit of detail, and learned to listen to the product to reveal all its flavours — while keeping the care I learned in family cooking.

“For me, cooking is a space of memory and sharing. Every dish is designed to tell a story, respect the product and bring pleasure to those at the table.”— Antoine

At the heart of the house

Corentin

the glue of the trio

The glue of the trio. Corentin keeps the house running — supplier relations, sourcing, the life of the team, the link with the square and the producers. He weaves the line between kitchen and dining room, exactly as the letter C traces its path through the A·C·A monogram that signs the house.

An eye on the details, the restaurant's anchor, the contact for producers and friends. Without him, the balance of the trio would collapse.

“Three friends, one table, one crew. At Complices, we host the way we always dreamed of being welcomed.”— Corentin

The Complices dining room, Place des Cardeurs

The art of welcoming

Arnaud

maître d', host

I grew up around big family tables — garlic and herbs holding the kitchen together, pots turning endlessly, flavours stretching on for hours. That gave me my taste for the shared table and for service.

Today in the dining room, I treat every table like a dinner among friends: telling the dishes, keeping the rhythm of service. The dining room is the other kitchen — the one where the moment is prepared.

“Time is an ingredient in its own right. To host is to offer time — and attention.”— Arnaud

The wrought-iron arch at the entrance of Complices

★ Our signature ★

The wrought-iron arch,
our doorway.

At the entrance to Complices, a wrought-iron arch invites you across the threshold. Its lines echo the A·C·A monogram that signs our house — the union of the initials of Antoine, Corentin and Arnaud, intertwined like our paths.

The context.

Antoine

Corentin

Arnaud

The wrought-iron arch,our doorway.

The wrought-iron arch,
our doorway.