“You know,” an agent muttered to me once as she reached for her pressed juice, “my favorite places to eat are the ones I disappear in. The ones that make me feel like no one else in the world knows where I am.” I took a step closer. “Foodshop,” she whispered.
It’s the weekend and somewhere in Venice, in a little toolshed lit with candles and bare bulbs, there’s a dinner party of strangers transpiring. Behind a sliding steel door await Hyejin Cho and Itay Zach – two friends who met in architecture school. Eleven years later and their architectural undertakings have become mere hobbies; what started as cooking for close friends on the weekends has become this – a five-course meal for forty eager guests, served on mismatched plates at a long wooden table.
The crowd varies by night and there’s a rotating menu. Gardeners, school teachers, old friends and young lovers share wine and trade stories and ask one another, “is this your first?” I’ve gone three months in a row now and have kept it a secret, because sometimes, certain things are worth protecting.
If (and only if) Boss deserves it, do a little digging and find your way onto Foodshop’s mailing list. Posting a link would be too easy. Sign up the moment you receive the email – wait lists are long and good word is spreading. If Boss can’t make it, don’t waste the reservation.
3-6 Nights per month
This month at Foodshop: