THE LIFELONG VISION OF A LOCAL FAMILY CRAVING BIG CITY CUISINE.
The Koch family has been a fixture of Medicine Hat for three generations. We know this town inside and out, and love every part of it.
After years of experimenting with recipes and drawing inspiration from diverse culinary experiences, we brought all of that knowledge home and opened the doors to our dream restaurant in 2024. Hometown is where big city inspiration meets small town comfort.
Every dish is a celebration of food and a desire to create a welcoming space where friends, families, and food enthusiasts alike can come together to savour the unique fusion of flavours that defines our restaurant.
We are proud to source the best possible ingredients, employ a team from diverse life backgrounds, and be an active part of our community. We hope to see you soon.
A NOTE FROM THE CHEF
I don't feel like a chef. I'm a blender surgeon and an amateur plumber. I fix oven door handles and I'm a renegade chemist. I'm a big brother and a sub-par psychotherapist. I'm a collector of half-drank coffee cups. I'm a disposal mechanism for plating mistakes. I'm the MacGuyver of leftovers and a soup sorcerer. I find things in the fridge that we "definitely don't have any more of". I can't remember why I came around the corner, but I can re-call the last 43 chits. I count my life in coffee spoons. I never answer my phone. I never call in sick.
I grew up in Medicine Hat, lived in Toronto for 17 years, and came back full-circle. I originally went to University to become a teacher, which I think really informs the way I like to deal with people.
My motivation for moving to the big city was driven by a desire to become a rock star, but I soon realized the magnitude of that aspiration and pivoted to the thing I had always done (and could actually pay the bills). I used to view the foodservice industry as my backup plan, but now I wouldn’t change a thing about my career path. I am a sponge for information, and an absolute nerd for all things space, politics, music, and food.
Whether sitting on the counter helping Grandma knead the dough, baking with Mom, or slugging it out in the early ‘00’s Toronto restaurant scene, food has been a part of the very fabric of my existence.
