We don't write the menu.The tide does.
Twelve seats. One seating. A single tasting menu built each morning around what the day boats bring to the harbour wall.
You don't choose your dishes at Maré. You arrive at half past seven, sit at the counter, and the kitchen cooks the tide back to you — course by course, in the order the sea gives it up.
What lands on the harbour wall by mid-morning decides what you eat that evening. Nothing is frozen, nothing is flown. If the boats stay in, we stay closed.
We don't publish the set. Each night's six courses are plated once, served once, and gone — so a single frame is all we'll show. The rest you'll have to take a stool for.
Course III — the day's catch, salt-baked in seaweed. Photographed last Thursday, and never again.
Maré is a single room at the end of Pier 7 — twelve stools wrapped around the open kitchen, the harbour wall close enough to watch the boats come in over your first course.
No dining room behind the counter. No music over the talk. You watch every dish made, and you'll likely meet the people who made it.
We release tables four weeks ahead, on the first of the month. Tell us when you'd like to come and how many you are, and we'll confirm by email — usually the same day.
For the same-day list, when a boat lands more than we expected, call the harbour line after 4pm.
Your request is in. We'll confirm your table by email, usually the same day. The tide permitting.
