If you like the thrill of meeting eleven complete strangers at a secret rendevous for an evening of sensual pleasure (and who doesn’t?), why not visit Hidden Kitchen, a rather secret Paris supper club.
It’s run by two recent college graduates (not from chef-school) – I’ll call them I’ll call L and B – who emailed me the details of their secret location a couple of days before the dinner.
When the hour arrives, I type in the top-secret entry code and gained access to HQ which turns out to be a rather nice top floor apartment in a Hausmannian building on a wide central Parisian street.
The dining room table is set for twelve. Some guests arrive in groups. Others know no-one. L and B serve a champagne ice-breaker from the tiny kitchen in which they do all their cooking.
What follows is an incredible ten-course parade of taste and texture explosions: fresh French ingredients put together with an inventive US edge. Down-home pot pies are transformed into delicate entrées. One course comes wittily wrapped in a page from the New Yorker. Post-dessert petit fours are based on the flavors of US childhood candies: Hershey’s chocolate kisses have never tasted this good!