Dead Man's Fingers
A few years ago, on the rugged English seafront of St. Ives, Cornwall; there was a shack, weather-beaten and derelict with a great big hole in the roof letting in the salty sea air. Being dedicated foodies, it was an opportunity to create something very different from the quaint Gingham table-clothed tea rooms and eateries that populate this part of the coast - something that would embrace the best produce of the local land and the sea.