Who cooks
We wanted a room small enough to see every plate leave it.
We met on a section in a hotel kitchen doing ninety covers a night off a menu with forty dishes on it. Half of them were only there because somebody senior liked them. We spent years agreeing, quietly, that we would do the opposite if we ever got the chance.
Rosemary & Rye is that chance: twelve tables, six stools and a board we can change on a Tuesday morning because we buy the food ourselves. There is no head office to ask and no printed menu to use up.