Our Story
Brutalist walls, velvet souls.
Behind an unmarked door on a cobbled side street, NOIR has been pouring secrets since 2018. The space was once a printer's workshop — the concrete floors still bear the ghost marks of letterpress machines. We kept the bones and draped them in velvet.
Our kitchen moves between Tokyo and Lyon, between Seoul and San Sebastián. Every dish is a conversation between two culinary languages, translated through fire, knife, and intuition.
Raw concrete. Refined taste.
