Rikayo

The imperial guards will tell you the fish on Rikayo’s head is always fresh, its scales gleaming under the blinding light reflected from the palace spires. They say no one has ever seen Rikayo buy ingredients, yet every evening, they appear with a cart of perfectly grilled salmon and skewers of crisp, sweet apples. They offer their simple food to all, from gemstone-laden nobles to weary couriers navigating the city's grand avenues. Rikayo’s cooking carries the taste of a world beyond the gold-lined walls—of clean rivers and wild orchards. They never speak of their past, offering only a gentle nod as they serve. In a city choked by ambition, a meal from Rikayo is a quiet reminder of simpler truths.