A Seat at the Table with Private Chef Marcel: Inside Our First Supper Club at Stamford Farmhouse
- Private Chef Marcel
- Apr 21
- 4 min read

There’s a certain kind of silence that falls just before the magic begins—a hush, not of awkwardness, but of anticipation. The flicker of candlelight dances against the exposed beams of Stamford Farmhouse, and the scent of toasted spices, warm butter, and something faintly floral hangs in the air. Outside, the last blush of sunset folds into the countryside, but inside—inside, the evening is only just beginning.
Twelve guests take their places at a long, rustic table adorned with handpicked wildflowers, flickering votives, and white linen napkins. Entrepreneurs, creatives, storytellers—the kind of people whose laughter comes easily and whose taste for experience runs deep—have gathered here, not knowing quite what to expect.
The evening began in the beautiful farmhouse lounge, where a crackling wood fire cast a golden glow over plush armchairs and soft laughter.

Guests were welcomed with glasses of chilled Prosecco Brut and an elegant selection of handcrafted canapés—each bite a hint of what was to come.

As the flames danced and the evening light faded beyond the windows, conversations sparked with ease. Strangers quickly became familiar faces as stories were shared, hands were shaken, and anticipation built around the flicker of candlelight and the scent of something delicious drifting in from the kitchen.

🍉 The First Whisper of Flavour
The first bite is barely a bite at all—an Amuse-Bouche of compressed watermelon, cradled in basil oil, snowed with icy crumbles of feta. It’s playful. Surprising. A wink of a dish that makes everyone lean in, curious. Forks pause mid-air, exchanged glances say “Oh wow.”
This isn’t dinner. This is theatre. This is seduction.
🐚A Journey Through Land & Sea
The scallops arrive next—seared to a golden crust, resting in a pool of silky cauliflower purée, topped with a glint of Oscietra caviar. The salt, the sweetness, the depth. Paired with a chilled Chablis, it’s a dish that hushes the table once more, but this time with reverence.
Then comes the Truffle Mushroom Cappuccino—a soup, yes, but also an illusion. Served in delicate cups, it's frothy, aromatic, rich with umami. Pinot Noir lends it a touch of poetry.

By the time the beet carpaccio glows on the plate like stained glass, crowned with goat cheese mousse and crunchy candied walnuts, conversations have taken on a new rhythm—slower, deeper, more generous. A shared joy in flavour, and the people experiencing it together.
🐟The Main Event Unfolds
The fourth course feels like a love letter to the sea. Miso-glazed black cod, so tender it falls at the gentlest nudge of a fork, balanced by the brightness of yuzu Beurre blanc and a whimsical nest of courgette noodles. A Sauvignon Blanc with citrusy notes brings everything into harmony.

As the beef tenderloin is served—topped with decadent seared foie gras, resting on a cloud of smoked potato purée, draped in red wine reduction—one guest jokes, “I’m never eating steak again unless Marcel cooks it.” Everyone nods. They mean it.
The Cabernet Sauvignon in their glasses agrees.

🍫A Sweet Farewell
The grand finale is more sculpture than dessert—Dark Chocolate Delice, gleaming like polished stone, beside a swirl of hazelnut parfait and golden shards of honeycomb. It crackles, melts, soothes.
Someone raises their glass of Port and toasts to “the kind of night you wish you could bottle and sip on days that feel a little too ordinary.”
And that’s exactly what this night was—extraordinary.

🌱 A Note for the Plant-Loving Palates
For our vegetarian guests, the evening offered its own enchantments: a buttery Gruyère tart with caramelized onion, an earthy miso-glazed aubergine, and a rich truffle risotto crowned with aged Parmesan. Every course thoughtfully reimagined, just as layered, just as loved.
🌟 More Than a Meal
This wasn’t just a dinner—it was an experience woven from flavour, laughter, storytelling, and the rare intimacy that only happens when strangers become friends over food.
As candles burned low and the final notes of a jazz guitar playlist faded into the night, guests bundled into coats and strolled back into the dark with full bellies and glowing hearts.

And somewhere in the kitchen, Chef Marcel was already dreaming of the next one.
📬 Planning your next event?
Let us create an unforgettable experience, tailored to your taste. Whether it’s an intimate dinner, a grand celebration, or something beautifully in between—Private Chef Marcel brings fine dining to your table.
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