Them Dinners is having a bit of an identity crisis. Last week I attended Them Dinners With Steph, the first Them Dinners Not By Nick, just up the block from my South Street neighborhood. I watched as the eponymous hostess exhibited none of the stress and frantic scrambling that have so often been visited upon my kitchen as guests arrive.
It got me thinking about the origins of Them Dinners, and how I may be diverging from the spirit of the idea in the pursuit of Michael Bay-sized themes and menus.
It’s great to challenge yourself with a new dish, but really, what I want is a sustainable way to cook and see friends on a regular basis. Them Dinners is supposed to be the 21st century calendar version of that old adage that when you are lost in the woods you should stand still and let people find you. Only, when you find me I have a ton of food ready.
When it comes to identity of TD, the terms “dinner party” and “supper club” have been bandied about lately. I’ll let this coifed gentleman in the important sweater battle that one out:
The trick is—and I hope he would agree—Them Dinners is neither. It’s a sustainable effort to keep in touch and keep well fed; not a series of lavish parties. I’m resolved to keep that way.
Though…the occasionally elaborate Dinner Party (Supper Club?) menu will probably continue make appearances.