After a great night at The Clapton Pot back in February, it would have been rude not to have snapped up this month's last ticket when the hosts, Anna and Violaine, tweeted about it. Saturday came around and after a very late Friday night, I was hankering for some great company and wholesome food to make me human again.
The Clapton Pot's a supper club like no other - positioning itself as more of a monthly dinner party, the only thing you need to bring with you is a bottle of something and a love of conversation. No airs, no graces and certainly no pricy ticket, for here you're amongst (new) friends. Alternating between Violaine's flat and Anna's house, the pair cook up a three course storm whilst you sit back and help make the magic happen.
Brandishing a trusty bottle of red, I was the last to arrive this time and found the others making the most of the balmy weather and already drinking wine outside in the garden. With local Claptonites Rosie, Lewis and Usha and wannabe Claptonites Niamh and Eoin, we made eight and soon fell into the comfortable conversation that can only come from not actually knowing each other.
Dinner, this time, was outside. With a gorgeously dressed table (above), we dined al fresco with blankets and knits to wrap up when the sun went down. We ate chicory boats of blue cheese, walnut and pear with a honey balsamic dressing; followed by Spanish omelette (with Ridley Road Market egg lady eggs) with a salad of pearl barley, mint, grilled courgette and harissa dressing; then rhubarb, strawberry and basil crumble cooled with yoghurt.
The great thing about living in East London's is that everyone feels so friendly - okay, we're not all striking conversations in the street but Hackney and its surrounding areas feeling like one huge community pulling together. Dinner party treats at The Clapton Pot just make living here that little bit sweeter.
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