
01 · The hearth
One fire. No gas.
Nowhere to hide.
Every plate meets the hearth at some point. Bread blisters on the floor of it, cabbages roast in the embers, and the steak sits over the hottest corner for about four minutes a side.
We buy whole harvests from six farms within fifty miles and cook what they send. When it's gone, it's gone, and the chalkboard changes.
- 1
- hearth, burning seasoned oak
- 42
- seats, eight of them at the counter
- 6
- farms, all within fifty miles
- 10am
- when the fire gets lit





