








Supper that sounds like the city just outside
Two floors of low light, brass lamps and plates built to pass around. Walk in for the bar, stay for the grill, leave with the playlist stuck in your head.
Four services, one very short list
Mornings are quiet and slow. Nights get loud. The kitchen keeps the same rule at both ends of the day: fewer dishes, cooked closer to the fire.
Every plate tastes like this block
We buy from the market three streets over, cure what keeps in the basement and cook the rest within sight of the room. City food, cooked hard and fast, with no airs about it.

Kerbside Supper House
Loud food, low light, late hours
Nights worth leaving home for
Basement sets on Thursdays, one long communal table every Sunday and a chef counter that fills the minute the book opens for the month.


Come say hello
Questions about the room, a big table or a private night downstairs? Ask the floor team.


