For generations, our family believed the best moments started small — like a lemon seed in a teacup, or a random coffee at 3 p.m. that somehow turns into “let’s put some music on and dance.” We didn’t mean to start a legacy. We were just hungry and liked having people over. But somehow, this place bloomed into a haven of loud love, mismatched chairs, Sunday lunches, and seriously awesome, talk-of-the-town weddings.
It’s that kind of place: generous, warm, a little eccentric.
Might very well host the party of the decade.