Embergrain
Heritage rye loaf proved overnight, baked in the falling ash of yesterday's fire. Whipped crowdie butter, ash salt, a pour of brown-butter honey.
Ash-baked, six hours
Seven courses from an open hearth in Edinburgh's Old Town. Fourteen seats, one fire, one sitting a night.
Before the pan, before the stove, there was a ring of stones and a question: how close can you hold something to the flame before it becomes something else? We built HEARTH to keep asking. No gas, no electricity in the kitchen. Birch, oak and beech, split each morning, burned down to a live bed of coals by six. Your dinner is timed to the life of that fire, from first roar to last quiet ember.
Ewan Carrick, chef and firekeeper
The hearth is lit at 14:00 and raked into three heat zones. Nothing on the menu travels more than four metres from it.
Heritage rye loaf proved overnight, baked in the falling ash of yesterday's fire. Whipped crowdie butter, ash salt, a pour of brown-butter honey.
Ash-baked, six hours
Young leaves and beets from our walled plot in Musselburgh, kissed on the plancha until the edges blacken. Smoked ewe's curd, tomatoes blistered whole over birch.
Blistered over birch
North Sea trout cured in kelp, laid over warm fire-toasted rice and passed under a burning ember until the fat just weeps. Fire-pickled ginger, cold soy butter.
Flame-kissed, eight seconds
A cut of Loch Duart salmon roasted on the bone above smouldering larch, never touching flame. Dill oil, charred lemon, the skin served apart like crackling.
Smoulder-roasted at 120°
Thirty-five day Highland sirloin dropped straight onto the hottest coals for ninety seconds a side. Asparagus from the ash bed, an ember jus mounted with marrow.
Direct fire at 600°
A stew of smoked shallot, red pepper and white beans, sealed in clay and buried in the ember pit while you eat the first five courses. Opened at the counter, still singing.
Clay-buried, two hours
Griddle cakes cooked on the cooling plancha, layered with ember-toffee and strawberries warmed at the fire's edge. Birch-sap cream, a last pinch of ash salt.
Griddled as the fire dies
The hearth is raked into zones. Turn the dial to see how each heat behaves and what it cooks.
at the grate
Bright, fast and loud. This is the zone for blistering skins, toasting rice and setting a char that stays bitter-sweet instead of burnt.
Everything crossing the grate is Scottish, seasonal and named. Our growers and boats are paid before we are.
A fully non-alcoholic house list — smoked teas, birch sap, bitter cordials and ember tonics built to stand beside char, fat and ash.
Seven-course drink flight
£42
One house drink with each course
Fire & water
Complimentary
Filtered water, still or sparkling
Fourteen chairs around the fire, one sitting at 19:00, Wednesday to Sunday. Pick your place at the counter and tell us when.
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