The Autumn Table · seatings from October 18 · reservations open · Book now

An immersive supper club · Your City

The table is set on the other side.

One long table, nine courses cooked over fire, and a room lit entirely by candle. Between the Veil serves dinners that begin as a meal and end as something you'll be explaining to people for weeks.

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There is dinner, and there is an evening.

Most restaurants feed you and turn the table. We seat you at seven and stop counting. This is the ordinary world. Keep scrolling to leave it.

What's on

Choose your evening

Menus change with what the fire and the season allow. Seats are limited by the size of the room, which we have never once been tempted to enlarge.

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Seatings from October 18 · The Long Room, Your City

The Autumn Table

Nine courses at one long table, cooked over fire as the year turns

$145 A Seat at the Table$195 The Chef's Counter$215 With Cellar Pairing

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December 20 & 21 · The Cellar, Your City

The Long Night

A solstice supper that begins in darkness and ends considerably later

$175 A Seat in the Cellar$2400 The Whole Cellar

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Year-round, by arrangement · Your City

Private Tables

The room, the kitchen, and the evening — arranged entirely around your people

from $3200 The Long Roomfrom $2400 The Cellarby arrangement Kitchen Residency

For groups & collaborators

Take the whole room

Private dinners, launches, wakes, weddings, and occasions that don't have a word yet. Visiting chefs: the kitchen is available for residencies, and we have hosted stranger things.

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The rooms

A long room, a cellar, and a fire.

Guest words

“We sat down at seven with eight strangers and left at midnight with eight friends.”

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The kitchen

Everything comes off the fire.

No gas, no shortcuts, and a menu that changes when the season tells it to. Most of what reaches the table was pulled from the ground or the smoke that week.

The fire is lit.

Seats at the table are finite. Appetites, fortunately, are not.

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