Wood-fired · A neighborhood table
One open hearth, thirty-eight seats, and a menu the fire decides.
The oak is split at dawn.
The coals are ready by five.
There is no gas line.
lit at noon — out at midnight
Ember & Oak
Tonight
From the hearth
nduja butter, sourdough ash
brown butter, charred lemon, dill
ember glaze, smoked marrow, gremolata
brick-pressed, rosemary, drippings
From the garden
whipped ricotta, basil oil, flake salt
black garlic caesar, rye crumb
horseradish crème, hazelnut
Afterwards
bee pollen, crème fraîche
smoked ganache, toasted meringue
rye, amaro, burnt orange, oak smoke
the fire decides earlier than we do — dishes may leave the menu by eight
the 48-hour short rib, ten seconds off the fire
“The room is dark, the fire does the lighting, and the food tastes like someone's paying attention.”
table nine — last february
Reservations
A table for, at.
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