Supper clubs, are a phenomenon that have taken London by storm over the last couple of years. The concept is very simple – keen amateur chefs, often advertising on social media, throw open the doors of their home to complete strangers and serve up fantastic food for a small consideratin. It’s a great way to meet people, especially if you’re of a foodie persuasion.
To my shame i’ve never managed to make it to one, but when my sister snagged the last two seats at the Tooting Feast Tapas evening I jumped at the chance. Their website promised a focus on locally sourced ingredients and an intriguing array of dishes. On arrival at the secret location, we were warmly greeted by our lovely hosts. They’d transformed their living room into a miniature restaurant with just three tables. We joined our dining companions and got started on the autumn apple sangria and local beer.
The starter was a lovely mixed platter – several different kinds of bread (including home-made and some from local bakeries), roasted vegetables, dips and really good carrot and coriander falafel.
A parade of tapas soon arrived, jerk chicken wings, green tortilla with beans from a local garden project, (wonderful) chorizo and black pudding stew and indian spiced patatas bravas. Some karahi lamb meatballs stuffed with dates and served with chapattis were delicious. All the food was very good, though the seasoning and temperature was a little hap-hazard, but that’s part of the charm.
Dessert was a great pistachio and rosewater kulfi, with griddled mango. Deceptively rich and creamy. The meal finished with some nice coffee and a selection of teas.
Is it restaurant quality food? No – but it doesn’t need to be. It’s great home cooking, with a lot of soul. It’s like going round to a friends house for a good meal, meeting lots of other people who care about food and not having to feel guilty about leaving without doing the washing up. It’s a top evening – I’m a convert and i’ll definitely be going to more!