The Crossing
Meridian Row is a small-plates supper room built around migration kitchens: guest cooks rotate through the line, translating pantry staples from the Levant, the Gulf, and the Pacific rim into one coherent tasting arc. We chase flavor that already knows how to travel.
Hospitality here is blunt and generous—water refilled before you ask, bread torn at the table, and servers who can tell you why the charcoal tastes like sumac season on the coast.
