November 16, 2009
Secret supper clubs are nothing new in NYC (Whisk and Ladle; Jack; A Razor, A Shiny Knife), but they’ve yet to cross the Atlantic and make it over here in Paris. Perhaps it’s because the French care more about keeping traditions than being in-the-know, or because culinary speakeasies make no sense to people who never lived through Prohibition, or maybe it’s that the French just don’t need the help of hidden spots to create a mysterious romance (what with sites like the Opera House right outside the Metro, and that je ne sais quoi running through their veins, they can’t get away from it). But there is one secret supper club in Paris -- run by a young American couple -- and it’s a dining experience that tops all the others.

