Privileged Hipster: I don't do recipes, I do revolutions. Microgreens raised on windowsill rebellion. The basil was kissed by a girl who interns on the Hill. The duck confit picked up French from a forgotten podcast. Gentrify my palate, not my neighborhood. I pair oysters with jazz, and whispered scandal. We don't plate entrees, we offer moments. And yes, it's all foraged, in season, no cap.
