
Once a week, a door on a quiet street opens for twelve strangers. Five courses, one long table, and a chef cooking ten feet away from your chair. Phones sleep in a drawer by the door. Conversation does the opposite.
"Dinner should feel like it was cooked for you. Because it was."
Twelve seats, five courses, strangers at seven o'clock and something like friends by eleven.
2 seats left this monthThe table is yours. Birthdays, closings, apologies, proposals. We cook, you host, the room keeps the secret.
Booking eight weeks outThe chef comes to you: menu planned around your table, your people, and whatever your oven can be talked into.
Two per monthSeats are confirmed by reply, menus sent the Sunday before.