Fourteen years ago we lit a wood-fired grill in a borrowed basement on a Tuesday. We're still tending it.
Fourteen years ago we lit a wood-fired grill in a borrowed basement on a Tuesday. We're still tending it.
We didn't set out to build a chain. We set out to make a bowl that didn't apologize — for the speed, for the price, for any of it. So we picked the hardest version of "fast food" we could think of: real fire, real ingredients, real people.