Located in the theater district, Flat Bread was a cellar to eat as we like them: lively, free, sometimes a bit wild. An open kitchen, plates that arrived on the fly, a mood menu that changed with the seasons and the desires of the moment. We ate there at the counter, on high tables or on the terrace, often until late at night, all accompanied by pretty natural and biodynamic bottles.
Flat Bread was a spontaneous adventure full of character, a place of sharing and energy, which left behind very good memories.
