Duncan
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Start to finish, this place doesn’t miss.
A soft egg starter, perfectly cooked, wrapped in salty cured meat, with golden crumbs that crunch like memories. It’s not just beautiful, it’s primal.
Then a beef rib, rare and unapologetic. Fatty, tender, the kind of meat you respect. Smooth mash like velvet. Herb salad to cut the richness. Simple. Honest. No showboating.
And dessert? A ghostly egg-white foam, brûléed on top, floating in a pool of vanilla cream. Weird. Light. Stunning.
Service was sharp, quiet, on point. The kind of meal that doesn’t scream, it just stays with you.