Where the table is

Vahnika starts the menu. Atithi is held up by a circle of friends who prep, pour, introduce people and make sure nobody stays unknown for long. It is somebody’s home, not a restaurant, and it is meant to feel like it.

1. Seven The door opens. You are handed a drink before you are asked a single question.
2. Half past Everyone sits. Nobody sits beside the person they arrived with.
3. Eight Food comes out all at once, down the middle, and you serve each other.
4. Later Somebody starts a game. Somebody else opens another bottle.
5. Much later You leave with a name you did not know this morning.

The house sits about thirty-five minutes from St Pancras on the Thameslink line, then a short walk. Most guests come out from London and go back the same night; the last trains are comfortable.

We share the exact address once your seat is confirmed, never before. It is a private home, and most suppers run late into winter evenings.

Most people do. It is the easiest way to come, and the whole evening is arranged around it. If you would rather bring someone, say so on the form and we will seat you apart on purpose.