HESITANT, DANCING STEPS - DOWN THE STAIRS LIKE A SERPENT, A FLICKERING KISS OF AN APERITIF - FULL OF GREED, WE FONDLY EMBRACE THE FIRST GLASS, WAITING FOR THE KITCHEN'S GREETING - THE DANCE BEGINS! THE OYSTER, LIKE A BATHYSCAPH TO THE BOTTOM OF THE MARIANA TRENCH, SHOOTS INTO OUR BRAIN LIKE A TIDAL WAVE! GLADIATORIAL BATTLES IN THE COLOSSEUM OF CHEFS, PRICKLY COAT OF ARMS FLOWERS, ENTRECÔTES, JUS AND BOUILLABAISSE - A JOUR FIXE ON AND UNDER THE TABLE! THE COMPLETE UNIVERSE CAST IN METAL - FRAGMENTS OF DESIRE, WORN ON THE FINGER - FOR THE ETERNITY OF THE NIGHT!

A COLLABORATION BETWEEN BISTRO CARMAGNOLE AND THE MASTER GOLDSMITH JONATHAN JOHNSON, BORN FROM WINE, DELUSION AND MELANCHOLY, TRUFFLED WITH BLOOMS OF HUMOR. A HOMAGE TO THE RESTAURANT, WHERE EXISTENTIAL BASIC NEEDS, SOLEMN ENJOYMENT AND SUPERFLUOUS DECADENCE ENTER INTO A DIABOLICAL MÉNAGE-À-TROIS. A SHRAPNEL IN THE HEART OF THE TURNING POINT, A CHASTITY BELT WITHOUT A KEY AT AN ORGY OF AUTOCRATS, THE FRIES TO THE GREASY BURGER! GOLDEN EXCESSES, SILVER ELEGY - A PROMISE THAT NO FESTIVAL LASTS FOREVER, AND THAT IS PRECISELY WHY IT MUST ALWAYS BE WATERED ANEW.

CHEERS!
SALUD!
SANTÉ!

BECAUSE:
«THE LONELY MOON, NO CLOUDS, AND WE STUMBLE THROUGH THE NIGHT.» - IKKYŪ SŌJUN