Ember
A chef’s-table supper club for twelve, one fire, and a menu you find out about when you sit down. One seating a week, by request.
At the table
Twelve seats around an open kitchen, close enough to feel the heat and hear the pans. Dinner is a single long sitting — five or six courses, paced to the room, with as much conversation across the table as across the pass. You are not a table for two who happen to be in a restaurant; you are part of the evening, and so is everyone else.
From the fire
Everything passes over wood at some point — vegetables charred and dressed warm, fish grilled whole, a single shared cut rested by the embers and carved at the table. The menu changes every week with the market and the season, and it is never written down in advance. Tell us about allergies when you book and we will cook around them without making a fuss.
The evening
Doors at seven, one seating, no rushing you out. Wine is paired by the glass or you are welcome to bring a bottle that means something — corkage is a handshake, not a fee. The room is small and warm and a little loud by the end, which is exactly how a good dinner should sound. Expect to leave around eleven, full and slightly reluctant.
You are on the list
Seats are released a month ahead and go quickly — the note now comes to you first. When it lands, reply with the date you have in mind and how many of you there are.