Just butter, flour, & air.

Every Sunday.

Our whole restaurant is actually just the result of a croissant raging wildly out of control.

I was struck by the sudden and overwhelming urge in the spring of 2022 to learn how to make these bad boys, and, with the optimism of a truly ignorant novice, thought I could bang out the whole project in a single weekend. Almost five years later, we’re still out here fighting the good fight, covered in crumbs and sugar.

Which, it turns out, is precisely where we’re meant to be.