10/04/2026
A year ago, I hosted the very first Bite Club.
I had a menu. I had cocktails. I had a front yard with a long table, and a vague hope that people would actually show up. (This was before we even had our storefront!)
I didn’t know yet what Bite Club would become.
Over the last year, I’ve watched people walk through the door alone and leave having made friends. I’ve watched strangers pull chairs together, share food, swap stories, and make plans to see each other again.
I’ve had people come even when they knew they couldn’t eat half of what was on the menu.
And I think that might be one of the things that has stayed with me the most.
Because it turns out the food isn’t really the point.
The cocktails aren’t even really the point. (Although, obviously, they’re a pretty important part of my business.) The cocktails were just the invitation.
The point is that we need places to gather.
We need reasons to leave the house and sit across from other humans. We need to meet people we wouldn’t otherwise meet. We need long tables and lingering conversations and someone saying, “Pull up a chair.”
Bite Club isn’t the thing I do with the biggest margins. We keep it priced as accessibly as we can, because I want more people to be part of it.
But it might be the most fulfilling thing I do with The Wanderlust.
I’ve decided the best thing in life you can have is a crowded table, where there’s always enough food, enough conversation, enough room.
And if there’s not?
We’ll pull up another chair.
One year of Bite Club. 🤎
Thank you to everyone who has sat at the table, brought a friend, come alone, tried something new, stayed late, laughed loudly, and made this little thing into something much bigger than I imagined.
There’s always room for one more.
