Evenings worth
planning around.

One sitting, one long table, whatever came off the boat that morning. Children eat for nothing.

A guest cook takes the oven for the evening and writes the menu on the wall.

Six natural wines that are not on the list, poured by the glass until they run out.

Eight seats at the pass. Rui cooks nine small plates in front of you and explains none of them unless asked.

One grower, six bottles, the big round table. The food is cooked to the wine rather than the other way round.

Kenji and Clara cook whatever looked best that morning. No menu, three hours, bread on the table.