The wall of the hearth
Axpe, Bizkaia, Spain — Grill over wood embers.
The hearth is open, wood burns down to charcoal, an iron rack lies across the top, and whoever is carving stands beside it while the flames move under the knife. Ordering gives the table little choice: the full tasting menu, or dishes taken for the whole table, one of the two. No vegan menu and no vegetarian menu. That everyone eats the same set is settled when the request goes in rather than once people are seated, so any restriction is better raised before booking.
Nothing decorates the room. A few paintings on the wall are so faint it is hard to tell what they show; what is left is stone, wood and tables, and the attention goes to the plates.
Axpe is a small village and the restaurant sits in the middle of it. Two benches stand at the door with two pots of cypress, and whoever arrives early waits there.






