Food that tastes
like where you live
We cook the way you'd want to be cooked for — slowly, generously, and with whatever the season is handing us.
Harvest Moon started as a tiny supper club run out of a borrowed kitchen. A decade on, we're still chasing the same thing: a room where neighbours become regulars and a plate of braised short rib makes a Tuesday feel like an occasion. The menu shifts with the markets, the wine list leans natural and a little wild, and the bread is always warm.
Sourced within the valley
We buy direct from twelve nearby farms, a fisher in Steveston, and a baker two doors down.
A neighbourhood table
Forty-two seats, one long communal bench, and a wine bar built for lingering past last call.
Nothing goes to waste
Trim becomes stock, bruised fruit becomes the cocktail shrub, and the scraps feed the farm's pigs.