Our story began long before we arrived in London.

In Tokyo, I spent a year working at a tiny beef-bowl shop run by an elderly couple. Their store sat on the edge of the city—small, humble, and always filled with the scent of simmering broth. The people who walked through the door were office workers, neighbours, and tired commuters ending their long day. Watching a steaming bowl of gyudon bring comfort to them taught me what food could truly mean: warmth, simplicity, and a moment of rest.

When we moved to London, we wanted to recreate that same feeling on the streets here—the sense of home you can taste, even when you’re far from home.