
Wood fire and pasta, Springfield, Jacksonville
Thirty eight seats around an open hearth. One menu, written each Tuesday from whatever the coast and the farms send us, cooked over oak and served by candlelight.

The room
Lume began as a Sunday supper for twelve in a warehouse on Main. The oak fire we cooked over then is the same fire we cook over now, moved brick by brick into a room with plaster walls, brass sconces and no music loud enough to make you lean in.
The kitchen is open. The pass is at eye level. If you sit at the bar you will watch every plate leave, and the cooks will tell you what is on it.


“The pasta is rolled at eight, the fire is lit at ten, and the first plate leaves the pass at five fifteen. Everything between those three times is just paying attention.”
From the kitchenThe cellar
Two hundred labels, most of them Italian, most of them from growers who farm their own fruit. Nothing on the list is there because a distributor asked nicely. Ask for the sommelier and say what you usually drink.
Reservations
Tables open thirty days out at nine in the morning. The eight bar seats are held back every night for whoever walks through the door.
1418 Main Street North
Springfield, Jacksonville, Florida
Street parking after five. Valet Friday and Saturday.
We hold the table for fifteen minutes. After that the bar is yours.