The chandeliers drip from the ceiling like crystallized honey. Olive trees stretch toward the glass overhead, their branches reaching for sunlight that filters through in golden ribbons.
A fountain sings softly in the center of the room, and for a moment, the whole scene looks like something from a fever dream of a palace garden. This is not a restaurant.
This is a greenhouse fantasy perched on the third floor of an Oklahoma City design gallery, and it is absolutely unhinged in the best way…