Last night we had a spontaneous supper for a few friends. I dragged everyone outside to the dry dust bowl of a garden to soak up what will undoubtedly be a decreasing number of light moments in the early evening, savouring it for as long as we can. A little chillier but nevertheless beautiful, stunning skies, special, short-lived for now. As I write, frustratingly, I struggle to remember the very lucid flow I had in my mind in the middle of the night. It puts me off because it never seems as poignant when I actually put pen to paper.

Supper Club with Will Bisley, 11th September

The seasons are changing, so we’re going with them.

A table of good things cooked simply, using what’s around us right now. The last of summer, the beginning of autumn and all the good produce in between. An evening to slow down and welcome what’s to come.

Usually calling the shots and keeping the men in check @fourboys.cafe we are excited to announce @marthajpearce will be hosting our next supper club. 

Martha’s menu is an ode to good food shared under open skies. Where the grill crackles, flowers sway softly on the table, the air hums with birdsong and laughter. Each dish honors locally grown produce and the nostalgia of cooking outdoors. Joy created to be shared.