Supper clubs to me are like the world of Secret Cinema. You know about them, but you don’t know about them. But you can’t recognise them, because if you recognise them, then you’re committed, you’re learning the lingo, spending your lunch breaks looking for the newest one and wondering how you’re going to fund it. But my brother-in-law and his girlfriend experienced a supper club a few months back and raved about it. We salivated when we heard about what they ate, and so we decided we should all go back together. This was definitely a good decision.
It is a unique eating / social experience for people who are interested, not affected, sociable, like good quality food (for a lot less than you would be paying in a good quality restaurant) and like a different setting. In summary, it is a special evening.We arrived around 7ish to the chef’s house in Islington, where we had a G&T in his living room along with 30 or so other attendees, all here for the same experience. After around 30 minutes we were ushered downstairs to the kitchen and took our seats. The chef (an ex-banker who now blogs and holds cooking classes and supper clubs in his house) talked us through the 7 (!) course tasting menu, what we should expect and enjoy, and then we did just that!I was hugely impressed by the information provided by the chef pre the event to make sure we all understood the etiquette. He advised us on what wines to bring and some reading if we were interested… None of this was done in a wanky, ‘you should know’ way, but in a capacity that the host wanted us to really make the most of our dining experience. What I loved was the complimentary attitude all the guests shared towards what this was all about, what he was trying to achieve, the quality of the meal, the fact we were in a stranger’s house with other strangers but like-minded folk, and his bathroom (it was flair, it had stairs, who has stairs in their bathroom?). I very much look forward to sampling the French supper club in a few months time.