We gather on the last Sunday of the month around a single long table for a slow, unhurried dinner built on seasonal produce, low-intervention wine, and conversation that has room to breathe. Doors open at seven; we sit at half past and rise whenever the last bottle is finished.
The menu is decided the morning of, after the market — expect five or six small courses, vegetable-forward, with a little fish if the day is kind. If you have allergies or keep to a particular diet, tell us when you reserve and we will quietly cook around it without making a thing of it at the table.
This is a phone-down evening. We are a small room of fourteen, half of whom will be strangers to you at seven and, with any luck, a little less so by eleven. Come on your own or bring one person; either way you will be seated among new company.
We’ll email your ticket link — no account needed.