
Under the ceiling
The room you eat in
Under the woven panels and the wheels, the room is full at small tables — friends eating, a staff member in an apron serving, framed pictures on terracotta walls. The ceiling hangs above every table, so it is the room you eat in, not a backdrop.
Three ceilings, one shop

Then the plate
The plate arrives the same way every time: grilled chicken, fried potato cubes, salad with shredded carrot and cherry tomatoes. Only the sauce changes — golden, red garlic, or pale mushroom-cream.

Coffee, dripping
The coffee is a phin dripping into a polka-dot glass over condensed milk — watched while it drips, not ordered and forgotten. Linger under the fairy lights; the room stays lit into the evening.