The 2 A.M. Table

There is a particular hour when a dinner stops being a dinner. The service has ended, the room has thinned, and what remains is a table of people who have nowhere else to be.

We built Nocte around that hour. Not the spectacle of a night out, but the residue of it — the honesty that arrives when the performance is over and the ambition comes out plainly.

Order the last bottle. Stay for the part nobody photographs.