One wood-burning hearth. Dry-aged beef and whole vegetables seared over white-oak embers until the char is right. No flat-tops, no shortcuts. Just heat, smoke, and a table built for a crowd.
Tables for two to twenty. Call and we'll set the fire for you.

We burn split white oak down to a glowing ember bed each afternoon, then cook the whole menu over it: beef, bone marrow, and field vegetables alike. The fire is the entire kitchen, and it never goes cold service.
Split oak burned down to coals over three hours, raked under the grill so the heat is even, dry, and clean: no flame licking the meat, just radiant char.
No thermostat on a fire. A grill cook tends the bed all night, moving cuts across hot and cool zones to land the crust and the rest exactly where they belong.
White oak for the backbone, a handful of grapevine cuttings at the finish: that's where the sweet smoke on the fat comes from. Nothing bottled, nothing liquid.

Whole primals broken in-house and aged in our own locker. Steaks are sold by the cut and meant to be shared: order a board, carve at the table, pass it around.
USDA Prime · Creekstone, Kansas
The house standard: marbled, charred hard, rested long.
USDA Prime · Nebraska
Sixty days of funk and nut. Our most-aged steak.
USDA Prime · Creekstone, Kansas
Strip and tenderloin on one bone. Carved tableside.
Grass-finished · Vermont
Buried in the embers, brushed with bone-marrow butter.
USDA Prime · Creekstone, Kansas
Long-bone showpiece. The table turns to watch it land.
Reserve · Midwest co-op
The grill cook's cut: deep char, eaten rare.
Prices are per cut, not per person. Boards serve two to four.

Behind the bar there's a glass locker hung with whole primals, lit low and held at 34 degrees. That's where the work happens: weeks of cold, dry, moving air concentrating the beef and breaking it down until it tastes of hazelnut and char before it ever sees the fire.
Nothing is wet-aged in a bag. Every steak on the board spent its days hanging where you can see it, twenty-one days for the hanger and sixty for the strip, losing water, gaining depth, growing a crust we trim off by hand the morning it's cut.
Steel, oak, and the glow of the hearth across a low room. We're a room that likes a crowd: birthdays, deal dinners, rehearsal dinners, the whole department off the clock. Tell us the headcount and we'll build the fire around it.
Right at the fire. Watch the cuts land and the cooks work the coals all night.
A long oak slab beside the locker. A set fire-program menu, carved and passed family-style.
A private steel-and-brick room for buyouts, with its own bar and a dedicated grill cook.
Large-party and buyout inquiries are handled by phone. Call and ask for the events line.
The porterhouse came out on a board the size of a steering wheel and the whole table went quiet. Best char I've had in this city, full stop.
We booked the cellar room for fourteen and they ran the fire program straight at us, cut after cut, carved and passed. Nobody touched their phone for three hours.
Even the vegetables come off the coals tasting like they've got a soul. The charred onion alone is worth the trip.

We hold a real conversation, not a calendar slot. Call and we'll match the cuts to your crowd, time the porterhouse to your toast, and sort the room for any size party.
Reservations line
(312) 555-0168Call for a tableReserve onlineLines are open from 3pm daily. Prefer to book yourself? Reserve online instead.
Hours
Location
848 W Fulton Market
Chicago, Illinois 60607
Green/Pink Line to Morgan · valet from 5pm · street parking on Peoria
(312) 555-0168