Q: What is better than spending $$$?
A: Making $$$, meeting new (fun, smart) people, having an adventure
I thought nothing could come close to my Deerhoof/SFMOMA high but last night I was pleasantly surprised. But I’ll have to back up and give you a little info to put my Friday night into context.
So when I first moved to SF an awesome pal invited me out with she and some friends to the San Francisco Underground Market. I fell immediately in love with the concept. Basically, for a nominal fee one could gain entrance into a culinary wonderland from emerging and amateur chefs, artisans, baker-on-the-sides, music, art installations and a very reasonably priced bar. The catch was that the vendors were sans licensure. Anyway, I loved it and then the following month it was shut down by the Department of Health. This bummed me out for a few reasons, 1. No chance I’d get to showcase my ice cream there 2. I liked the punk-rock, DIY reality of the whole thing.
So, basically, long story short, I reached out to Iso Rabins the founder of ForageSF, and creative force behind the market. We met up at LaVictoria earlier in the week where the good folks of Forager were prepping for Friday Night’s Event. And I was invited to check out the event, take some pics, and write a blog post for the website.
When I arrived at the Wild Kitchen, I had no idea what to expect. Certainly no stranger to hosting or attending supperclubs, I know by now that every one has its own special appeal and flair so I have learned to not make any assumptions. Well, there are a few things that should be noted:
1. All of the FOH and BOH volunteers were completely new, no one had worked with the Forage crew before
2. The dinner was for something like 56 or 58 people! I had hosted an event that approached roughly 30people and had attended supper clubs of roughly the same size.
3. Rabins, Mona, Janet, and Jordan are amazing. They are so laid back, their food is magical, they work incredibly hard first foraging then prepping.
4. They run a tight ship and are incredibly generous and supportive.
So that is grossly general, I know. All I can say is that serving was a blast and I am the last person you would expect to hear that from. The guests were romanced by their wooing 6 course gourmet ensemble. Wine was flowing, the dj mixed the perfect musical cocktail to accompany the lofty, naturalist vibe, guests begged to see the kitchen, candles illuminated the communal table, and Queen Anne’s Lace sparcely arranged in selvedged bottles worked as centerpieces.
Down a floor from the event, all of us volunteers scurried like ants drying dishes, nibbling tastings, sipping bourbon or Tecati, filling water bottles, stacking recycling, clearing dishes, filling compost, and running food up to guests. The work was physically exhausting but exhilirating.
So instead of going out to dinner, I met some like minded people that appreciate the types of things in life that I do. After all that I was still able to go see my friends and share a glass of wine in their fabulous home. Voluntary poverty has made me make room