A Table in the Garden

At around seven, as the light in the park begins to soften, your table is already waiting: white linen beneath the old trees, vines climbing the slope beyond, and somewhere behind you, the sound of the stream.

We serve what the kitchen and cellar are most eager to share that day: bread still warm from the oven, preserves and cheese from the region, something hot beneath the cloche, and a wine grown within sight of your table.

Then we leave you to it. The evening is entirely yours: the park hosts just this one table each night. If you need anything, we are only a message away.