03/15/2026
A love letter to Black Trumpet on its 19th birthday, as an outsider, as a guest and as an employee
Black trumpet is a name you just hear in this town. When I first moved here, whatever was behind that turmeric yellow door felt special, even before ever stepping to the other side. it felt like an energy from inside the kitchen, behind the bar, was able to escape under the door and reach the community in a way most restaurants don’t. I could feel the impact.
As a person in the industry, it became clear to me that it was important for me to experience Black Trumpet. I was working as a pastry chef in town, I had met Evan and his passion for food and this community was magnetic, I mean the man hugged me after trying a pie I baked. I’ve never met someone that loves good food the way he does. It was soon after I dined at Black Trumpet for the first time. I remember exactly what I had, but I remember even more how it made me feel. A tomato tart that held on to the last days of summer in August. Stuffed squash blossoms that reminded me of my mother’s garden. The black trumpet cocktail whose base of blackberries made me remember picking my own from a tiny farm in Vermont. Smell and taste are the strongest senses tied to memory, and without pause I can say that my first time dining at Black Trumpet brought me to a special space more than most restaurants can or ever have.
I am now the pastry chef at Black Trumpet. I can attest that there is magic behind that turmeric yellow door. There’s passion that isn’t measurable, passion for food, for community, for sustainability, for everyone we serve. We care about the food in a way that we can’t describe. We live, breathe and want nothing more than to give you an experience I had the first time, and every time since I’ve dined at Black Trumpet. Happy 19th birthday, we love you in a way that we won’t ever forget.
