Planets
House rules.
The promise.
We have eaten here repeatedly.
This is where we would take you.
We pay.
Every meal above was paid for in full. We accept no invitations and announce no visits. The bill is part of the evidence.
Twenty-five, exactly.
Finite is a feature. Twenty-five places can be held in the head and eaten through in a season. No pagination, no endless scroll. When a place enters, another leaves.
Evidence over ratings.
We publish no scores. We publish returns — dates, party sizes, what we ordered, who signed. A place we have gone back to six times does not need stars.
Admission.
Two things, both required: repeated returns, and the wish to take you. A place we admire but would not take you to stays out.
Black Holes.
Some rooms hold famous credentials and absorb light. We keep a page for them.
Where we are not taking you →Friends only.
Planets is written for invited readers. There are no accounts yet. Whatever you keep stays on your device.
Photography.
The photographs are ours, taken at the table, eaten as served.