Paloma Reyes
Floor General
Paloma runs the room like a conductor running a thunderstorm. She knows when to push a table further and when to quietly bring water, and she has never once lost a plot she set in motion.
Remi cooks the way other people start bar fights: fast, fearless, and grinning the whole time. After a decade of getting quietly removed from calmer kitchens for being too much, Remi built a room where too much is the entire house style.
The training was serious, the temperament never was. Years on the line in San Sebastian and a hard apprenticeship under a pastry chef who threw spoons taught Remi that precision and provocation are not opposites, they are partners. Every gram here is weighed. Every joke is timed. The pig flies on a schedule.
Expect chilli where you wanted comfort, sweetness where you braced for heat, and a flying pig where you expected a garnish. Remi calls it cooking with the volume jammed. The guides call it three stars. The neighbours have called it other things.
Floor General
Paloma runs the room like a conductor running a thunderstorm. She knows when to push a table further and when to quietly bring water, and she has never once lost a plot she set in motion.
Sommelier and Instigator
Niko pours things he refuses to name until you have finished the glass. He visits the growers nobody has heard of and comes back with bottles that should not work and somehow do.
Pastry and Mayhem
Refiloe smuggles sour, salt, smoke, and heat into every dessert on the books. If a pudding here makes you flinch and then reach for another spoon, that was entirely the plan.
Head of the Grill
Mateo keeps the coals at the exact edge of too hot, all night, every night. Most of what leaves this kitchen has passed through his fire, and most of it is better for the scorch.