There’s nothing New Yorkers love more than a secret, but best things in this city you can’t find, you have to just stumble upon. And boy did I just fall into something amazing.
I’d heard about “secret” supper clubs. The basic concept is that it’s an under the radar local, organic foodie evening seasoned with camaraderie, where you pay a (usually low) flat fee for a dinner in someone’s apartment cooked by seriously talented chefs. Isn’t there even some group that will bring livestock to your apartment and slaughter it in your bathroom and then cook it for you? Ok, maybe I’m not quite ready for that.
Two weekends ago I emerged from L train in industrial-ugly-chic Bushwick (a neighborhood in Brooklyn with a fair amount of hipster street cred) and made my way to One Big Table, a supper club/speakeasy. My friend Taylor Brown had been invited to be an after dinner musical performer and the moment I heard about the event I emailed and snagged a spot.
When we arrived we were greeted by the One Big Table hostess, Heather, the quiet and elegantly tattooed mastermind and workhorse behind the monthly gathering.
As we put our coats down, we saw The Board, a chalkboard with the night’s 6 course menu written out, complete with the farms from which the ingredients came from. It only got better from there.
Heather is a 25 year-old nanny by day and self taught cook who’s understatedly passionate about food as well as the art of entertaining. The whole event is clearly a labor of love which she does mostly on her own with a few friends who help with serving and last minute touches. For $45 you get the meal and free-flowing bottles of organic wine with each course. I pondered that she probably just breaks even on the evening.
I could give you detailed paragraphs of food porn as the meal was explicitly delicious, but I’ll hit you with the highlights. What struck me most about the meal was how inspired the dishes were, which Heather mostly makes up — like the poached pear with ricotta appetizer topped with honeycomb, salt and thyme, and the ginger molasses bacon (!) cookies (her aunt’s recipe) for dessert.
What enchanted me the most about the evening besides the food was the concept. Literally, one big table, about 15 unpretentious guests who didn’t already all know each other, the delight of incredible food cooked with love, easygoing but well planned serving of courses (I used to be a catering waitress, this is a lot harder than it seems) a homey, relaxed environment and no dishes to do at the end. No dishes to do at the end. My momma always taught me that good guests clean up, and dinners at friends’ houses are always delightful except for this hanging over your head.
Heather says a close friend encouraged her to start a supper club after attending a dinner party at her house. “I had no idea things like that went on in the city. After months of talking, people began asking when they could come. So, really, it was peer pressure that made the first event happen.” She’s been at it for about a year, and plans to attend culinary school in the fall.
Her plan after she finishes her formal culinary training is as follows: “I’ll be taking One Big Table on tour. During the week I’ll be working on organic farms across the country. On the weekend, I’ll be creating meals using the produce I earn on the farm and hosting dinners in the homes of people I know in whatever state of the country I happen to be in. I plan to document the whole experience and hope to gain an understanding of regional American cuisine and the local farm inspirations for such. After that, I’ll be settling somewhere to establish a high end, farm-to-table event and catering business.”
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