"Supper clubs" or "communal dining experiences" as they may also be known, have been taking London by storm for the past couple of years.
People of all shapes and sizes have been huddling up in derelict warehouses and dodgy back alleys all in the name of good grub.
People of all shapes and sizes have been huddling up in derelict warehouses and dodgy back alleys all in the name of good grub.
The Mediterranean in me loves this!
I was brought up in a huge Greek family and sharing lovingly prepared meals around a big table is where I feel most comfortable. Trays of juicy meats, olive oil clad carbs and colourful salads were thrown in the middle of the table for us all to fight over and devour.
With this in mind, I was delighted to bag a few fast selling tickets to Forza Win(ter).