Long before our restaurant opened its doors, it was just a dream in the antler-adorned mind of a truly remarkable moose.

Sir Reginald T. Mooseworth III—Reggie to his friends—was no ordinary woodland creature. Born deep in the heart of the Canadian wilderness (on a velvet chaise lounge, if you believe the rumors), Reggie was raised on a steady diet of classical music, maple-glazed truffles, and etiquette lessons from an unusually cultured raccoon named François.

From a young age, Reggie showed a passion for fine dining and sophisticated taste. While other moose were munching pond weeds, Reggie was plating birch bark with a balsamic reduction and pairing it with a crisp glacier water spritzer. He once hosted a seven-course tasting menu for a group of curious hikers, who left baffled but well-fed.

His dream? To open a restaurant that combined rustic charm with gourmet flair—a place where flannel shirts and fine wine could coexist in harmony.

And thus, this restaurant was born: a tribute to Reggie’s impeccable taste, sense of humor, and antler-polished class. You’ll find his legacy in every dish, his personality in every quirky detail, and perhaps—if you listen closely—a faint sound of jazz hooves tapping from the forest beyond.