Supper Club: Green Onions
So, where to next on our supper club adventure? The East End for Green Onions, one of the original supper clubs that has migrated through a number of incarnations. Starting in a one bedroom flat in Clapton and residing there for a year, it now pops up occasionally elsewhere. Sometimes, Claire, the brains behind the operation, delivers it by herself, and very well too. Other times she partners with chefs. Which is what she did last weekend.
Green Onions was most recently was held in an artists/furniture makers studio in Hackney last weekend. Green Onions aim to spread the joy and delight of eating good seasonal British food to the good people of London Town and beyond. The room was buzzing when I arrived. I was LATE having spent what seemed like forever on a crossroads in the rain, twirling the map on my phone around hoping that it would at some point make sense. It never did. Nothing that a glass of toasty Mulled English Cider can’t fix. And it did.
The menu was perfectly Wintry, with a robust ribolita and parmesan to start with lots of sourdough. I do love a good ribolita. That earthy, fruity and hearty Tuscan bean and cavolo nero/kale soup can eradicate any Winter blues.
The main was a seasonal Pot Roast Pheasant with Cured Pig Cheeks and Tomato Salsa. My photo does it no justice at all, which is a great shame as it was really lovely. I was too busy plotting how to eat it all. Or rather, how to eat my share. Cough.
Pheasant legs were braised for 8 hours and the crowns roasted, lending an intensity and lightness at the same time. The pork cheeks were like a tenor singing at the bottom, booming the wonder of the dish, and the tomato salsa a spritely little fairy tiptoeing over the lot. Some velveteen cavolo nero was served on the side. I loved it.
It takes a mighty fine dessert to turn my head. No trouble there for the sensational Chocolate Mouse Cake with Honeycombe and Creme Fraiche. Rich, gooey and crispy, I had seconds. And I never do that with dessert. I am little Miss Savoury but this really did it for me.
BYO as always, we drank some Nero d’Avola and a lovely Lebanese red that I neglected to note down. I do promise to get better with the wine recommendations.
£35 a head and another fun night. What’s not to love about Green Onions?