How it started
A brick dome, a borrowed trailer, and one stubborn idea
The short version: somebody got tired of food that shows up in foil pans.
It started in a gravel driveway outside Bend, with a half-built oven, a cord of almond wood, and a string of friends willing to be test subjects. The first dozen pizzas were uneven and the fire ran too hot — but the part where everyone crowded around the flame, plate in hand, never got old.
So we welded the dome to a trailer, learned to read the coals, and started saying yes to backyards, barns, and vineyards. Years on, the oven still does the same thing it did that first night: it pulls a party toward the fire and keeps it there until the last log burns down.
Northbend Hearth is still small and still owner-led. The person who answers your email is the one tending the fire at your event — and the one packing the trailer out clean at the end of the night.