Here I am posing outside the premises for tonight’s rebel restaurant.
The anarchist collective has squatted this fine historic building (shocking it lies normally empty, eh?) and, working for free, has turned it into a mysterious restaurant.
The idea is to create an autonomous space – free space unmediated by landlords or employers.
It’s also about eating locally and seasonally – for donations of what you can afford.
Too late to dine, I am afraid – the 50 covers for each of the four nights of the restaurant’s ephemeral existence were booked a week ago, as soon as word got out.
The tables are laid, Cloak and Dinner‘s chefs and waiting staff with maitre d’ are at the ready.
I am crewing tonight for the chef and her team.
To report back!