A coastal table, set under open sky.
The Lawn began with a simple idea: pull a few tables onto the grass overlooking Rosario Harbor, shuck oysters from a wooden counter, and let the afternoon stretch. No reservations to chase, no formality to fuss over — just an honest plate, a cold glass, and a view that does most of the talking.
What we do is small in scope and generous in spirit. Counter service. Salt air. The kind of long, slow lunch that turns into dinner before anyone notices.