#whereweeat
It starts at the table.
Ibi cibo means "where we eat". It's also where we argue, make up, celebrate, stay too late and tell the stories that get better every year. We make the furniture for that part of the day.
The best lunches end up as dinners.
- 12:45The table is set. Nobody has arrived yet.
- 13:30Lunch. Someone brought an extra friend. We pulled up a chair.
- 15:00Half the plates are empty. Nobody moves.
- 17:30Still sitting. Somebody opens the good bottle.
- 19:30Candles appear. The lunch is now a dinner.
- 22:00The table looks like a battlefield. Best night in months.
- 00:30The party moves to the living room.
- 09:30The aftermath. Don't clean it yet.
The unexpected guest
There's always a place at the table.
The neighbour who smelled the cooking. Your brother, finally home. Seven people around a table for four. Our tables are made of solid wood that can take the scratches, spills and elbows. They're built for one more.
No idea what we ate.
It was never about the food.
It was about who stayed. So we made sofas, club chairs and side tables for when the night moves on. Where we eat, and where we gather.
