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Remarkable food,<\/strong>\u00a0sweet and savory<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Remarkable people,<\/strong>\u00a0sweet and unsavory<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Inconvenient New York<\/strong>\u00a0outer borough locations<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Industrial Revolution ambience<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Recession-friendly\u00a0adventures for\u00a0intrepid gastronomes,<\/strong>\u00a0curious culinarians,<\/strong>\u00a0and hungry rogues<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n This was our vision when we cracked open the iron gates on our underground supper club in 2008. Back then, Bushwick, Brooklyn could un-ironically be called underground. And if you were lucky, you might have been able to pay rent on a Victorian factory with little more than an artist’s earnings and some hussling.<\/p>\n We’ve since lost our loft space. But not our head space\u2014we’ve rebuilt as a blog, a creative resource, and a jumping-off point for underground projects. We will continue to share our research and manifestos. We hope to offer information you won’t find elsewhere\u2014at least not easily.\u00a0<\/p>\n