**This Isn’t Dinner—It’s a Billionaire-Level Mind Reset Disguised as Omakase**
You think you’ve eaten well?
You *haven’t*.
Not until you’ve sat cross-legged in a candlelit vault of culinary rebellion in Charleston, South Carolina—where the fish is flown in like private-jet cargo, the chef doubles as a hype-man philosopher, and every bite feels like your cells are whispering *thank you*.
Let me paint you a picture you can’t unsee:
I rolled into **@raw.lab.chs** with my inner circle—people who’ve dined in Tokyo’s hidden Michelin temples, Parisian châteaux with wine lists longer than your mortgage, and Dubai penthouse pop-ups where the caviar comes with a side of ego. None of them were ready.
Because **Raw Lab isn’t just omakase. It’s a declaration of war against mediocrity.**
Ten courses. Up to **eighteen wine pairings**—yes, *eighteen*—each one curated like it was chosen by a sommelier who also moonlights as a neuroscientist. And the food? **So clean, so alive, it practically winks at you from the plate.** This isn’t just “healthy.” This is *cellular-level nourishment* wrapped in artistry. No bloating. No guilt. Just pure, unapologetic flavor that tastes like it was harvested from Poseidon’s private garden five minutes before service.
And then there’s **Chef Kevin**.
Forget the silent, stoic sushi masters you’ve seen in documentaries. This man **radiates energy like a human Tesla coil**. He cracks jokes, explains the provenance of each scallop like it’s a family heirloom, and makes you feel like you’re not just eating—you’re *initiated*.
The room? Tiny. Intimate. Maybe 12 seats max. No distractions. No influencers snapping selfies mid-bite. Just **real connection**, real flavor, real presence. You talk to the person next to you like you’ve known them for years. You laugh. You taste sea urchin that tastes like liquid gold kissed by moonlight. You realize—*this* is what dining was meant to be before Instagram ruined it.
My entourage? Hardened luxury veterans. Jet-lagged, skeptical, overfed on “exclusive” experiences that deliver less than a gas station sushi tray.
We gave it **10/10**. Not because it was fancy.
Because it was **true**.
But here’s the crucible—**Raw Lab is closing its current space after January**.
Yes. You read that right.
This underground temple of taste is relocating. Which means **if you don’t book now, you’ll miss one of the last chances to experience it in its original, raw (pun intended), unfiltered form**.
And if you miss it? Don’t panic. Chef Kevin’s got another gem coming soon: **@little.fish.chs**—same DNA, same obsession with purity and playfulness, just a different stage.
But let’s be clear: **This isn’t for everyone.**
If you’re the type who thinks “fine dining” means white tablecloths and stiff waiters who judge your wine knowledge—you’ll be uncomfortable.
This is for the **discerning few** who understand that true luxury isn’t about price tags—it’s about **presence, purity, and power**. The power to reset your palate. To reconnect with food as fuel *and* feeling. To eat like a billionaire who cares more about vitality than vanity.
So do yourself a favor.
**Limo your way to Charleston. Skip the steakhouse. Ignore the hype traps.**
Sit at that counter. Let Chef Kevin take the wheel.
And prepare to have your definition of “dinner” **obliterated**.
Because once you’ve tasted omakase this alive—you’ll never settle for dead food again.
**Book. Before January. Or regret it forever.**
GUIDE PRICE: $400 – $5000 PER SEAT
SEATS REMAINING
Oct 16 – 1 seat
Oct 17 – 1 seat
Oct 18 – 3 seats
Oct 24 – LITTLE FISH
Oct 25 – LITTLE FISH
Oct 31 – 6 seats
11 LEFT / 8% REMAINING
Nov 6 – LITTLE FISH
Nov 13 – LITTLE FISH
Nov 14 – 3 seats
Nov 20 – 11 seats
Nov 21 – 1 seat
Nov 22 – 3 seats
Nov 26 – 13 Wed. Night before Thanksgiving. Just added)
Nov 29 – 5 seats
29 LEFT / 20% REMAINING
Dec 3 – 13 seats (Holding for Buy Out Only)
Dec 4 – 1 seat
Dec 5 – 2 seats
Dec 6 – 5 seats
Dec 10 – 13 seats (Holding for Buy Out Only)
Dec 11 – 13 seats (Holding for Buy Out Only)
Dec 12 – 7 seats
Dec 13 – 3 seats
Dec 18 – 6 seats
Dec 19 – 5 seats
Dec 20 – 8 seats
Dec 24 – 13 seats (Wed. Christmas Eve. Feast of the 7 Fishes. Just added)
Dec 26 – 3 seats
Dec 27 – 6 seats
Dec 28 – 13 seats
Dec 29 – 13 seats
Dec 30 – 13 seats
Dec 31 – NYE Equity Crowdfunding Finale @$5k per seat.
6 seats open.
FOR LARGE GROUPS (5 OR MORE) TEXT DATES & # OF GUESTS @ 843 580 7729 AND WE’LL HELP YOU FIND DATES THAT WILL WORK FOR YOU
LOCATION
99 S Market St, Charleston, SC 29401, United States
CONTACTS
+1 843-284-3597
This is for the **discerning few** who understand that true luxury isn’t about price tags—it’s about **presence, purity, and power**.
The power to reset your palate. To reconnect with food as fuel *and* feeling.
To eat like a billionaire who cares more about vitality than vanity.
This Isn’t Dinner—It’s a Billionaire-Level Mind Reset Disguised as Omakase
You think you’ve eaten well? You *haven’t*. Not until you’ve sat cross-legged in a candlelit vault of culinary rebellion in Charleston, South Carolina—where the fish is flown in like private-jet cargo
And then there’s **Chef Kevin**. Forget the silent, stoic sushi masters you’ve seen in documentaries. This man **radiates energy like a human Tesla coil**. He cracks jokes, explains the provenance of each scallop like it’s a family heirloom, and makes you feel like you’re not just eating—you’re *initiated*.
