"My soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent.” To create a sense of challenge and anticipation W.B. Yeats couldn’t have said it better. So here, at The Winding Stair restaurant… above the book shop… formerly an art gallery, auction house, and tweed loom… you must ask yourself: When this Round, encrusted with breadcrumbs and resting on a cloud of garlic mayo, is cut open… how will it taste? Soulfully delicious, that’s how.

06.23.25