You’ll start on Facebook.
Friend them. Demand a seat at their next dinner. (Or just ask nicely.) Wait for the date and secret location to be sent to you.
Prepare for a Dead Poets Society vibe.
Last night’s space: a modern two-story South End brownstone overlooking the park. The lighting: by candle. The decor: heavy on piano parts and large surveyor sticks.
And not many people.
Last night’s dinner had 11 people. This included a Harvard physicist, a French financial analyst, a pastry chef and a Web advertiser.
Show up hungry. And wine-thirsty.
On the menu: lamb charcuterie. Then six courses of an entire lamb, taken from a secluded island off the coast of Maine. Also: cod’s throat. All of which was paired with wine.
Don’t make other plans.
Last night’s event took four and a half hours.
There’s more where this came from.
The organizers plan to open a restaurant in eight to 10 months. And later, a fondue-serving dive bar. Because nothing says secret dining society like cheap beer.