Last night, in a city that has wooed me over the last decade, I set a table, with the collaboration of a profound designer, two out of this world creatives, a ridiculously talented bartender, and an intuitive photographer. Eighteen people gathered around one table on my porch by the river, where we ate and drank together.
For as long as I can remember, it is meals like this that have been a dream of mine. I dream of tables—the meals that can be had on them and the possibilities of experiences we can share with friends and strangers. This communal table was a thrilling and humbling experience and the first of many, I hope.
I spent today cleaning the multitudes of plates and glassware and reflecting on the evening while catching up on the most recent episode of Mad Men. In this episode the character of Peggy Olsen is presenting a pitch to Burger Chef in which she states, “….and you’re starving and not just for dinner. What if there was another table?…and we can have the connection that we are hungry for.” So, with my thoughts and the words of Peggy, I invite you to The Table, a New Haven supper club.