Six venues, six rooms, one system.

Candlelit fine dining. Gold on near-black, a fixed category rail down the side, and one hero plate at a time. Prices drop the cents so the menu reads like a card, not a receipt.

A roastery in warm paper tones. Category pills over quick-scan rows with thumbnails, built to be read standing up, in a queue, in about four seconds.

Photography first. A bright, neutral shell that gets out of the way and lets a two-up grid of dishes do all of the talking.

A bakehouse in garden green and white. Calm spacing, generous type, and room for the long story behind a loaf that took two days.

Cool navy on soft grey for a neighbourhood bistro, a room that has to read just as easily over lunch as it does at dinner.

A wine club in oxblood and brass. Opens on a full-screen splash before the menu, the way a host greets you before handing over the list.