
Saffron started as twelve seats, one oven and a handwritten menu taped to the door.

Reclaimed oak tables, low light and an open kitchen. We turn tables slowly on purpose.
The private room at the back seats up to sixteen for birthdays, rehearsal dinners and long lunches.
Vegetables and herbs, picked the morning they arrive.
Day-boat fish, landed fifteen miles from the kitchen.
Flour for our bread, milled next door.