
Hand-rolled pasta, bread from our own wood oven and a short menu that changes with whatever the farmers bring to the back door each morning.




We opened with one oven, eleven tables and a rule we still keep: if it isn't in season, it isn't on the menu. The rye for our bread is milled forty kilometres away. The juniper grows in pots by the back door.
Everything else — the pasta, the pickles, the butter — is made here, by hand, every morning.
A short list, cooked properly. Ask about tonight's fish and the cheese trolley.

Four things we can't stop cooking this month.

Slow-roasted with thyme, blended with brown butter.

Baked before sunrise, on every table by noon.

Steamed in dry cider with leeks and cream.

In the pudding, the negroni and the marmalade.
“The kind of place you hope opens on your street.”The City Table · Best neighbourhood restaurant
The pappardelle is worth crossing town for. We stayed three hours and nobody rushed us.
Ananya R. · Dinner for twoOrdered the Sunday roast for delivery — arrived hot, gravy in its own little jar. Perfect.
Karthik M. · Online orderThat bread. That butter. I would come back for the first five minutes alone.
Sophie L. · Weekend lunch
Next week's menu, a recipe from the kitchen and first call on supper-club seats.