A Hidden
Time Capsule

Forgotten stories sealed behind stone and slate.
Now stirred back to life, one pour at a time.

What once lingered beneath tile and brick,
under the flicker of an old elevator cage,
has returned.

A curl of citrus zest.
Silver tongs over clear ice.
The soft clink of history, whispering through the glass.

Flavors Remembered Through Time

Follow the whispers

We’re now open. The past is pouring.