Everything starts with my mother, with her passion for cooking in its most maritime version. Her childhood in a fishing neighborhood, her passion for dishes that make sounds, those that say 'chup-chup' when you put your ear to the pan. With her, Mut began to pamper the raw materials, the seafood, the fish, and to that we added the simplicity of the griddle and the purity of the grill.
Heat, affection, and time.
After my mother, came the tribute to my grandmother, the queen of croquettes. Her legendary stews, her wonderful desserts, her enormous culinary wisdom, sprinkled with the secrets of recipes that have traveled through time to land on the tables of this small sanctuary that Mut is to me.
And, of course, in the end, I wanted to add my part: the opinion of the son, the grandson. We didn't change anything; mother and grandmother were still there, watching the comings and goings of dishes and glasses, but the child began to play with the snacks, to loosen up, to look for something that was hiding in the four corners of creativity. New combinations, more layers, and some surprises.
I don't remember who told us for the first time, “I can't wait to return to this theater that is your home.“ I think a lot about that, about this theater that is our space, where our product is the script and our team a very special cast. A theater in which you, dear clients, are our actors and actresses and in which every day, and live, you teach us that feeding people can be the most beautiful show in the world.
