The Pacific Northwest of Mexico is closer in distance to Vancouver than to Mexico City. It’s a gateway to both South and North, and a place that for a long time lacked a sense of identity as it was neither here nor there.
Before there was a gold rush, the first European settlers mapped the coast of the Californias and found a place where Mediterranean weather met the desert and sea. This is the place where some of the first grapes in the American continent were sowed. As time went by Europeans, Kumeyaay First Nations, Mestizos, and eventually North Americans learned to co-exist in a hedonistic, lawless place.
The trip begins here, as we run away from our own identity and gallop North along the Pacific Coast, freely gathering ideas and expressing them without folklore or boundaries. As we reach our destination, the only thing we have left is our irreverence and the British Columbia landscape where we forage, fish, hunt, and gather.
We go to great lengths to source seasonal products from the right people.
Our menus are ever changing.