I always find the description part a bit tough. “Supper Club” sounds nice, but I worry it might set the wrong expectations. This isn’t a polished, curated dining experience—it’s something a little more personal, a little messier, and a lot more real.
For the little story, I often felt overwelmed by the abundance of such greatness in our city (so many incredible places, right? But how do you even decide where to go when the options just keep growing?) so I found comfort in my own imperfect and genuine home.
That’s why I think of it more as an open home—a place to gather, share a meal, raise a glass, and enjoy the simple things.
This is a warm, candlelit space where strangers become friends over shared plates and generous pours. The food is humble and rustic. Inspired by the dishes and modest ingredients that shaped my childhood in France —no frills, no fuss. It’s about wine-stained table cloth, shared crumbs, loud laughter, and live music (yes, you read this right). In my house, the pot stays in the middle, we dip, we sauce, we eat with full mouths and tear the bread with our hands. It’s about connection, discovery, and going back to what really matters.
You’ll be welcomed with a cocktail
Served four courses
And offered a glass (most likely two) of wine
We source our ingredients as locally and organically as possible.
The meal is not suitable for vegans - please get in touch if you have any dietary requirements or allergies.
