I want a supper club.
The weekend before last, Adam and I trekked out to Virginia to experience Chez Le Commis, excited to try Tom Madrecki's increasingly well-known supper club run out of his Clarendon apartment. (Okay, so it turns out he's only three stops on the Metro from me; entirely doable from DC. We cabbed anyway. Laziness for the win.) We weren't sure exactly what to expect -- would it be awesome, or just awesome for home-cooking? Bottom line: definitely recommended.
As instructed, we called from the sidewalk outside the building, and Tom came down to let us in. He's very friendly -- expected, given that he routinely invites strangers into his home -- with an awesome backstory: no formal culinary training, just badgered his way into awesome stages (Zaytinya, Noma) post-college because he was interested in food. Now he's got a PR day job and a consuming semi-professional hobby. (Basically, he's living my dream. I don't want to quit law, just take a culinary-related sabbatical to learn.) In between runs downstairs to let in diners, Tom was focused in the kitchen, while the guests were left to get to know each other. Entirely unsurprisingly, the group was predominantly young professionals with a serious interest in food. (The four others at our end of the table included two who had heard about the supper club while vacationing in Chile, a recently-starting-a-new-career culinary student, and a woman who works at a firm that designs high-end kitchens who runs her own supper club. Great dinner company; email addresses were exchanged.)
The menu from Tom's website: