journey / from our guests
What guests say
Notes from guests who came in for breakfast, lunch, a pastry or an evening at the private table, each linked to the dish they wrote about.
We took breakfast out to the courtyard: eggs just right, toast from bread baked that morning, and nobody rushed us off the table.
I come for the lunch plate most weeks. When I asked what was in the sauce, Gabriel came out of the kitchen to explain the whole plate.
A bowl of soup and a thick slice of bread on a cold afternoon, for twelve dollars. The bread alone is worth the walk down the lane.
Nora’s croissants shatter the way they should, and the seasonal tart went quickly. I have since ordered a box ahead for the office.
Julian made me a flat white and talked me through that week’s pour-over beans without a hint of snobbery.
For my father’s seventieth, Elena planned the menu with us by email and agreed the price before anything was held. The evening itself ran quietly and without fuss.