From farmers to fishermen
It all began in a quiet town in South Devon, England.
Will and his wife had gone down for reasons neither of them can quite remember. Possibly for the seafood, possibly for the harbor, possibly for the excuse. They’d been told to try a small restaurant called The Seahorse.
At some point during the meal, as music played and a whole charcoal roasted monkfish tail arrived at the table, Will had a moment of clarity.
Looking around at the room, simple, slightly scruffy, but full of people who clearly cared, he realized he had found the seafood equivalent of what we were trying to build. Great ingredients. Cooked simply. Over fire. No fuss, no tricks.
That meal stuck with us.