Cub
€1,240/year
A foot in the door for the curious.
- Priority booking at Meridian & The Gilded Cage
- Member rate on Den programming
- Two guests per visit
- Seasonal house dinner invitation
Est. 2027 · Lisbon · Members & their guests
A new species of hospitality — dining, cocktails, performance, and wellness, kept under one restless roof.
Most hospitality asks you to choose: a table, a bar stool, a seat in the dark, a quiet room to recover. Wildcat refuses the question. It is a single building that changes character with the light — a brasserie at noon, an atelier at dusk, a stage at midnight, a sanctuary at dawn.
We designed it as one organism rather than four businesses sharing a wall. The kitchen feeds the bar. The bar feeds the stage. The wellness floor undoes what the night put on. You arrive for dinner and leave two days later, having never quite wanted to step outside.
Meridian is the heart that everything else feeds from. Chef Idris Moroka cooks a fire-led menu that drifts across the Atlantic rim — Lisbon market mornings, West African larders, Brazilian smoke. Eighty-four seats, an open hearth, and a seven-course tasting that quietly rewrites itself every few weeks.
Up the brass stair, The Gilded Cage is run by Lena Vásquez as part laboratory, part lounge. Forty-some house infusions age in glass along the back wall — fig-leaf brandy, burnt-honey vermouth, a clarified milk punch that takes nine days. The list is short on purpose and changes by the season, not the trend.
The lower floor is a 220-capacity room with a real stage and an acoustic ceiling tuned by hand. Programming runs from jazz quartets and spoken-word to late electronic residencies — three resident artists a season, plus the unannounced. Doors stay loose; the set times don't.
Three artists in seasonal residence, composing for the room itself.
Unlisted sets from 23:00, announced only to members that morning.
A 14-seat valve-amp corner spinning vinyl until the lights come up.
Private dining lives in The Vault — a 22-seat chamber behind a steel door with its own cellar and chef. Beyond it, the whole house can be handed over: a 260-guest standing takeover that moves from hearth to bar to stage as the night unfolds. Brand launches, weddings that refuse to be ordinary, and dinners that have no name on the invitation.
Wildcat is a members' house first, open to their guests second. The Prowl is capped, deliberately small, and renewed by the room rather than the wallet. Three ways in.
€1,240/year
A foot in the door for the curious.
€3,860/year
For those who treat the house as a second address.
€11,500/year
Eighty-eight seats only. By invitation, renewed by us.
Membership opens in waves ahead of the 2027 flagship. Tell us a little; we read everything.
Wildcat is built to be rare, not everywhere. Each house is shaped to its city rather than stamped from a template — same instincts, different animal. The roadmap, as we see it today:
The original. 114 Marula Quarter, three floors above the river. The house everything else is measured against.
A courtyard house built around a wood-fired heart, with a rooftop stage open to the night.
A vertical Wildcat: dining, atelier, and a glass wellness floor stacked in a single tower.
Not a house but an island week. Members only, sixteen rooms, no clocks. Where the pride goes to disappear.