At 6 p.m., the September sun cast a rosy glow on the building across the street. I parked and my friend Mike checked the map. From the sidewalk, we saw a woman heading our way, red and white apron flapping in the wind.
The gravel drive had been leveled with wood mulch. It was a rustic touch in contrast to the dinnerware, wine glasses and candles. We saw some familiar faces and new folks as well. This was Hammich’s inaugural event, an opportunity for her to serve cuisine that is a step up from her usual repertoire. She’s been a chef around town for many years. But for now, she was trying something different.
Under the Table is just one of the underground dining clubs that have sprouted in the Duke City. Meals like these have been happening around the world for years, conjured up by chefs plying their craft for a select few guests who are willing to try dishes that might push the culinary envelope.
The gravel drive had been leveled with wood mulch. It was a rustic touch in contrast to the dinnerware, wine glasses and candles.
Roaring Twenties costumes were encouraged, and the Toaster Puppy theater troupe presented clown skits, songs and acrobatics to accompany each course. Five hors d’oeuvres and a dessert were served with wine pairings. This event cost more, but wine and Champagne came with the meal.
Underground dinner clubs are a good fit for folks who enjoy meeting new people as much as eating new cuisines. A willingness to go with the unexpected is key. I’ll be keeping my ear to the ground for upcoming events. Maybe I’ll see you there.