
An intimate coconut-forward tasting house. Twenty-two seats, one quiet menu, shaped by the morning's market and the evening's tide.
The coconut is our first ingredient and our last word. We cook in whispers — a single shaft of warm light over a matte black plate, the sound of palm leaves in the wind, the slow build of a curry that has waited eight hours for you.


Carved from a single slab of darkened oak. Lit only by candle and the soft amber of distant lanterns. We seat one service per evening — no second turn, no rush.
We accept reservations up to sixty days in advance. Walk-ins are welcomed at the bar when a candle flickers in the window.