Cats, Menus and Childhood

I saw a black cat today. It crossed in front of the threshold whilst I dreamed of summer. I believe that the crossing of an ink marked feline brings luck through the air to the observer. I turned back inside to the comfort of my Dragon and realised that the cat was a portent of good things to come.

My chefs are imaging and bringing forth sun baked days in bowls to make you fly away in your mind with sweet meze picks, spices from shores afar to season your mouth with taste of nuts and rainbows in a salad, while sea salted caught treats from the ocean can lead you back to days of your childhood with the plate piled high with crispy potatoes.

The menu has changed and I am learning new things, new foods, new tastes, new aromas from my hovering in the kitchen whist I watch others work at the behest of our guests. Still better is the step back into youth that I can see on your face when I follow the plated food from the kitchen to your table. That is what currently brings me joy and fulfilment as I spend my eternity watching.