Chef Christian Morales

That encounter between affections and life itself. Years ago I started a path, that of moving through life. I was born under the stars and the Southern Cross, where the wind blows and the mountains cover and impose their presence. Thus, life saw me born, in a cradle, work family and humble, it was there where the first aroma came . . . that of affections, with that I entered life.
An Argentinean poet said «My mother put love into the pot because she was Creole». It was in this way that life took me to different stages, from a child to a curious adolescent and then, to an explorer of the world to travel to other horizons, full of the same sky without forgetting my roots, I arrived at places that I saw as a child as far away and to a different life, of course by leaving many things behind, but with only one objective, that of growing up in life, in affections, in friends.

Hugs that are shelters for the soul and support the heart, so between trips and trips, I began to daydream and I woke up every day with that dream . . . the one of the house.

Whoever travels and has no home is a wanderer, a pilgrim, but whoever has a home to go to, has love, aromas and flavors to remember, that's why my house is everyone's house, like my mother's, everyone's house is open and you cook what there is and how there is but with love.

That was the way to learn, the way to return to the origins and to the forgotten, people, friends and affected that are no longer there, but in each dish, in each glass of wine, they are part of the recipe. That is why you, my friends, are part of my house, you are part of my affections, you are part of my life, you are my home, that is why we celebrate life in a house with friends to share the bread, the wine, the food, the smiles, the cries, the joys, all as in a big family.

The house and the chef are waiting for you ... Enjoy!