In Alicante, cooking did not begin on any specific date. There is no year carved in stone that marks its origin. It was born in the orchards, the dry farmlands, the mountains and along the seashore. It began in the hands that repeated recipes until they became memory, in flavours that travelled from generation to generation like an invisible legacy.

Every dish we consider our own today is in reality the echo of many others, cooked before, shared before, celebrated before. And in that thread that connects generations, Alicante's cuisine has learned to be at once humble and extraordinary, intimate and universal. We do not come here to invent anything new, but to honour what was already here.