The room
Candlelight, copper, and not much else.
Everything that leaves the kitchen has spent time in the pan the place is named after: a burnished copper pan, older than the head chef, seasoned by every service since. The menu changes with the market; the pan does not.
Twenty-two seats, most of them at the counter, where dinner comes with the sound of butter meeting heat. No music you have to shout over; six bottles we like, two by the glass. Wheelchair accessible, wifi throughout, a handful of outdoor tables, and a private dining nook that seats eight.