Fig. 01 — The long table
Chapter One
The Room
We took over the old brass foundry's canteen and kept almost everything: the worn terrazzo, the clerestory windows, the twelve-seat table the machinists ate at for forty years. We sanded it, oiled it, and put it back in the middle of the room.
Dinner here is unhurried on purpose. Courses arrive when the fire says they're ready. Neighbors share the long table; regulars keep their own napkin rings on the shelf by the door.