Before it was ever a restaurant, food in our family was something you knew the origin of. Back home, our vegetables came from soil we could point to. There were no pesticides. The animals were free to roam. You ate with the seasons because there was no other way to eat.

When we settled in British Columbia, one of the first things that felt like home was the farmland. Drive through Abbotsford and the Fraser Valley and you’re surrounded by it: fields, roadside stands, farmers who know exactly what they grew and when they picked it. For us, that wasn’t just scenery. It was the way we already believed food should be.

So we made a decision early on: we buy local.

Our produce comes from Fraser Valley farms. The herbs in our tabouli, the vegetables in our salads, the peppers roasted down for our muhammara. We’d rather drive to a farm down the road than pull something off a truck that crossed a continent. It tastes different. Honestly, it tastes like home.

There’s a second reason, and it matters just as much. When we buy from a local farmer, that money stays here, in the same community that welcomed us and gave us a place to start again. Feeding people and supporting the people who grow the food are, to us, the same act of care.

We’re not perfect and we’re always learning what’s in season and who grows it best. But the principle doesn’t change: real ingredients, from people we can shake hands with, cooked the way we’d cook for our own family.

That’s the food we want to put on your table.

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