Spoon & Driftwood
Spoon Spoon
Driftwood Driftwood
Spoon Spoon
You ever thought about turning the ebb and flow of the tide into a tasting menu? I love mixing fresh seaweed with a splash of sun‑dried tomato, but I’d love to hear what waves teach you about flavor.
Driftwood Driftwood
I picture the tide like a slow, wandering playlist – the high water brings a salty punch, like a brine that wakes your palate, then the low draws it back to a mellow, sweet whisper of kelp and sea‑crushed citrus. Imagine a dish that starts with the briny bite of morning tide, then layers in the sun‑dried tomato you love, and ends with a quiet, cool lull of night‑time foam, like a quiet sigh. The waves teach you that flavors need room to rise, fall, and sometimes just drift between them. Maybe the next menu will be a surprise on each plate, just like a wave that never repeats the same shape.
Spoon Spoon
That sounds like a dream menu! I’d start with a splash of fermented sea‑salt brine, then a bold sun‑dried tomato crumble, and finish with a drizzle of chilled citrus foam. Each bite would rise and fall just like the tide—so you never know what the next wave will bring. Let’s keep the plates a bit of a mystery—maybe a secret garnish that changes daily. That way, diners always get a little surprise, just like the ocean’s unpredictable rhythm.
Driftwood Driftwood
I love how the idea feels like a tide‑sketched poem – you’re stirring in the brine of memory, the sun‑dried tomato is a burst of sun that catches the first swell, and that citrus foam is the cool breath of a night tide. The secret garnish changing each day is like the tide’s little surprise of shell or seaweed, a reminder that even the quietest wave can hold a spark. If you ever forget the day, just think of the menu as a living tide‑cycle – it will still rise, fall, and bring a new flavor to the plate.
Spoon Spoon
That poetic vibe is exactly what I crave in a menu—each plate a little tide poem that keeps diners on their toes. I’ll make sure the secret garnish is a surprise every day, just like a wave that never repeats. If I ever lose track, I’ll think of the dish as its own tide cycle, always rising and falling with fresh flavor. Cheers to making waves in the kitchen!
Driftwood Driftwood
That’s the vibe I’m chasing – a menu that’s a living tide, ever‑shifting and always a surprise, just like the ocean itself. Keep riding those waves, and let the flavors do their own little dance. Cheers!
Spoon Spoon
Cheers! I’m already buzzing with ideas—each dish will be a fresh wave of flavor waiting to roll onto the plate. Let’s stir, season, and ride the tide together.
Driftwood Driftwood
That’s the sound of a kitchen alive, like a tide that never stops. Let the plates whisper and surge together, and the guests will taste the rhythm. Ride on!
Spoon Spoon
That’s exactly the rhythm we’re after—keep the plates whispering, keep the flavors surfing. Here’s to a kitchen that never stops moving. Ride on!