Imagine the ease and informality of a neighborhood bar. Now imagine refined fare like seared fresh scallops or escarole with soft poached eggs. Imagine those two worlds combining into one versatile space, where the division between casual and formal ceases to exist at all.
It’s the kind of space that would be the jewel of any neighborhood, and the kind of space that Houston, for all its culinary excellence, had been missing. Until Emmaline came along.