A dim dining room at the start of service, seen from a table. A wood fire burns high in a hearth at the left, the bar glows at the right, and the near edge of the table catches the firelight.

The same room later in the evening. The tables are full, the overhead light has dropped, and the fire has burned down to a lower, steadier flame.

The same view with the hearth being worked. The fire is flared bright and a cook's arm reaches into it. The rest of the room has gone dark.

The same table with the gaze lowered to a plate: a chop cooked over the fire, resting on sweet potato mash.

The same room at the end of service. The fire is banked down to embers, the tables are cleared, and only one light is left burning.

Banked

Wood fire. Baltimore. Dinner only.

A banked fire is one buried in its own ash to burn through the night.

Nothing here is cooked any other way.

Thirty-four seats, twice a night.

Reserve