The fire, the crust, the pour and the pull. A look at what comes across the counter.
The cross-section is the whole pitch.The bánh mì, on the way.Cut it open. The cheese pours.The last, loud minute, over open flame.Bonbons, but dangerous.Baked before the city wakes.Tacos, coming to the fire.Glazed until they turn to glass.The calm green-and-gold shop on a loud row.Crack the torched-sugar glass.Bottled in our kitchen so it never separates.
Photography from the kitchen lands here as the launch nears. Follow along on Instagram.