At dinnertime, when the sun has set.
We sit at the U-shaped counter and eat dishes made with seasonal ingredients.
The flavors that make the most of the ingredients themselves makes me smile without knowing it.
The chef tells us, “Those are from my grandmother’s field next door.
According to the chef, most of the ingredients are from the area around the inn.
Some of them are even brought directly to the inn.
The ingredients are grown over a long period of time and cooked with love.
The thought that this dish was the result of such an invisible process made it even more delicious.
As I finished the last bite, I naturally expressed my gratitude.
