A multi-course dining experience of... questionable origin.
A delicate morsel — perhaps a tongue canapé — to awaken the senses and quiet your conscience.
A light, earthy soup rumored to hum softly when stirred. Served with a drizzle of red oil... or is that blood?
Freshly pried open from forbidden waters, these oysters whisper your name before you swallow them.
A crisp selection of greens harvested under a blood moon. Lightly tossed with a crimson vinaigrette.
The heart of the meal — tender, flavorful, and unmistakably... personal. Served with roasted marrow and remorse.
A delicate chocolate créme brûlée kissed with ashes of the past. The perfect ending — or is it?