Look! HUSH Has a New Look

Welcome to the new HUSH Supper and Storytelling website!  In order to ensure that you are seeing the new site, please bookmark www.hushsupperclub.com.  If you still see the saffron and black, you are at the old site.  Click here to see the new site.  The URL http://www.hushsupperclub.wordpress.com will no longer be used for HUSH.

The offending black banner and heavy, serif font are gone, and a softer, warmer color palette has replaced them.  Since the inception of HUSH, I envisioned an Indian-style script for the name.  If you like what you see, please share your thoughts.  If you don’t, share anyway. Feedback always helps make HUSH better.

With the new social networking icons, it’s even easier to connect with HUSH on Facebook, Twitter, RSS and via email. On the Reservations page, there is a new form for completing the questionnaire directly online. The Press page has also received a pleasing facelift.  Check out the Washington Post article about HUSH.

Many thanks to Tiffany Profet, my talented web designer.  She is extremely creative, efficient and affordable.  I cannot recommend her highly enough.  To see more of her work, click here.

Coming soon, a new slider featuring posts and images, as well as some fancy graphics and a way to share HUSH articles with your friends on Facebook, Twitter and other websites.

A trivia question about the new look:

1. Why doesn’t ‘hush’ in the header have a line across the top?

Leave your responses in the comment section.  I will reveal the correct answer on Monday.

THE List of Underground Restaurants Worldwide, Brought to You in a SaltShaker

The FuNK Eye, Bhavishya Kanjhan, http://www.thefunkeye.com

In the land of Web 2.0 there exists an eyes-wide-shut kind of secrecy that only spies could formerly dream of.  For example, if in the privacy of one’s room, a Gujarati Jain girl were to get it into her head that she wanted to start an Indian supper club, call it HUSH, tell the world, make reservations, find volunteers, screen strangers and be featured in the Washington Post, she could manage it all without so much as showing her ankles or sharing her surname.  Why?  Because in Web 2.0 land, a website, email address, Twitter account, Facebook page and a mask can still equal anonymity.  Bizarre?  Tell me about it!

But therein lies the beauty for the underground culinary sleuth.   Where only a few years ago finding underground restaurants involved a trail of bread crumbs, today hundreds are ready to be found on a computer screen.  Luckily Dan Perlman of Casa SaltShaker has done the heavy google searching for you.

(I)n Web 2.0 land, a website, email address, Twitter account, Facebook page and a mask can still equal anonymity.  Bizarre?  Tell me about it!

Dan started Casa SaltShaker as a blog in Buenos Aires before his venture into the underground, or behind locked doors (puertas cerradas) as they are called in Spanish.  When Casa SaltShaker turned into a wildly popular secret supper club, he abandoned the idea of unlocking the doors and starting an official restaurant.

With seats filled and his waiting list weeks long, Dan decided to pay it forward on the web by compiling a list of other spots where people could dine.  Others wrote in to share their new finds, and the list continued to expand. Today, while not the complete list of all things underground, Casa SaltShaker provides the definitive starting point for anyone looking to share a communal table with strangers in a strange home or a strange land.

The Casa SaltShaker List

Do you know of any underground restaurants that aren’t on the SaltShaker list?  Please share with us!



HUSH Storytelling

HUSH is where supper and storytelling meet, yet supper has outspiced storytelling at hushsupperclub.net. No more. Today marks a change in style, content and frequency at HUSH.

Frequency – HUSH is now a daily blog, adding an exotic aroma to your morning chai Monday-Friday. Whether your interest is the cuisine, culture, religions or politics of India, your curiosity will be catered to. Apart from all things Indian, thoughts on writing, food politics and design will also occasionally appear.

Content –  Along with a daily dose of all things HUSH, the new ‘Ask Geeta’ page will be answered the first of every month.  Questions come from readers and HUSH supper guests.  Any question is welcome, regardless of its simplicity.  I will try to get to all questions, depending on the number received.

HUSH Alumni –  Those of you who have dined at the HUSH supper table are invited to add an anecdote about your dining and storytelling experience on the ‘Your Story’ page.  Was there a particularly funny or fascinating fellow diner, or something else you enjoyed about the evening?  Don’t keep it to yourself. Share!

Style –  The HUSH website is going through a three part face-lift.  Part one came last week.  Next week, a new header, removal of the offending black font and other eye-pleasing additions will be added.  A contest in search of a new logo design will also be announced.  At HUSH, design is delicious.

Readers, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Geeta



Please Share Your Thoughts on the New HUSH Website Design

HUSH and WordPress spend a lot of time together late into the night. So it is tonight.  It’s 2 am, and I’ve decided to switch up the template.  HUSH is all about saffron, and I wanted to represent that on the blog.  The black font is too heavy-handed, but since I don’t know how to rewrite code, it stays for now.  Overall, it’s meant to be a fresh new look.  Do you like it?  Do you hate it?  Did you even notice? (Gentlemen, fess up.)  Please let HUSH know by voting with the up or down thumb.  If you have comments or suggestions on the new web design, please send us your thoughts in the comments section.

Snowpocalypse 1, HUSH 0

My speech was lovingly plagiarized, with a few HUSH references inserted for effect.   Henry V’s monologue on the Feast of St. Crispin’s Day fit like hand in snow mitten for the Inaugural HUSH Supper on February 6.  White mountains of stony frozen water would be traversed by a hearty few in quest of stories and spices.  Feast and oratory I would provide.

Geeta I’s Feast of HUSH Supper Club Speech

This day is called the feast of HUSH Supper Club

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand tip-toe when the day is named,

And rouse him at the name of HUSH.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours.

And say ‘To-morrow is HUSH Supper Club Day’

Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,

But he’ll remember with advantages

What feats he did that day: then shall our names,

Familiar in his mouth as household words

Geeta the chef, Brandon the server, Manju the line cook,

Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.

This story shall the good man teach his son;

And HUSH shall ne’er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remember’d;

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

For he today that shares spices with me

Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,

This day shall gentle his condition

And gentlemen in DC now a-bed

Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,

And hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks

That dined with us upon HUSH Supper Day.

Alas, the speech was not to be.  The weather gods won the epic battle, and HUSH guests were informed that 22 inches of white wrath had bested the bravest HUSH server.  Our feast was forgone, and Henry V’s glory at the battle of Agincourt was spared mimicry.

Instead of feasts and glory, I was left with kilos of basmati rice and moong beans.  But Shakespeare still had his say.  I joined the Malcolm X Park snowball fight at 16th and W, NW.  Hundreds of fighters pelted each other as I resurrected the battle of Harfleur:

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;

Or close the wall up with our DC dead.

No one heard me or got the reference…  I missed many marks, avoided the worst of the balls hurling at me, and raised a glass to the feast that wasn’t.

Delayed, but not discouraged.  HUSH will return.

Kenneth Branaugh as Henry V – St. Crispin’s Day

Henry V – St. Crispin’s Day Speech