In our dreams, Chez Nous really would be chez nous. But, in the absence of our very own boudoir in the Charleston-single-house-turned-intimate-European-resto, we will happily take a table. Or even a seat at the bar. Anything will do, so long as we get to eat. Parse through the short, hand-scrawled menu and prepare for glory; the choices may be few, but the flavors are serious.