If someone had said ‘supper club’ to me five years ago, I’d have thought of young Cameron-a-like students gathering to scoff cheese and quaff claret in their tailored tuxedoes. Now the picture is of a secretive and romantic world of gastronomic (and glutinous) adventurers gathering at secret locations to indulge their semi-illicit gustatory desires.
And so it was with a little frisson of excitement that I wandered down a quiet London backstreet looking for the nondescript entrance to Fernandez & Leluu, one of the foodie destinations of the moment. Continue reading