I was apprehensive to say the least. High-brow, underground supper clubs strike a strange cord with me. On the one hand, it’s kind of cool to hit up a private event that requires a trip to the piggy bank. On the other hand, there is something snob-elitish about events that come with a $150 price tag, all white garb, and a super secret location (as this one did). Mind you, supper clubs come in all shapes and sizes. However, this one clearly went the way of “deep thoughts … by F. Scott Fitzgerald.”
Atlanta has it’s fair share of private dining events and one such purveyor of said events is a woman by the name Jenny Levison. Known around these parts as “Souper Jenny,” there is a Buckhead sandwich shop which bares that moniker. Jenny’s shop is a warm and friendly place, and that led me to believe that my fears would be quashed when the event rolled around. In addition, I hear that entry into one of these seatings [sic] is as hard to come by as a golden ticket into Wonka-ville. However, that’s due to demand, and not any pretense. As it follows, when the opportunity to attend one of these events presented itself, I jumped. It was an evening of firsts, and the experience is worth a recap.
