Re Creo Underground Supper

Lately, most of my adventures have been in food.  A great deal of it has centered around my proximity to Ricardo Zarate and Stephane Bombet of Mo-Chica, Picca and now Paiche fame.  They are my bosses.  (Amazing bosses, by the way.)  So, I’ve had the chance to eat some of the best food being created in LA.

Part of what happens when you are in the nexus of awesome energy is you meet a vast array of amazing people.  DTLA people are quickly becoming my favorite sorts.  They are artsy, creative, edgy, a little dangerous and full of life.  One of those people is Jean Francoise Valcarcel.

Jean is the creative mind behind the underground supper club Re Creo.  It’s a night of wildly inventive food with twelve total strangers you will inevitably find fascinating.  Dinner consists of 6 to 8 courses served over about 3 to 4 hours.  You bring  your own wine (but be willing to share).  It’s donation based.  And you have to be willing to try anything because the menu is not released.

Upon walking into the DTLA loft, you sign a guest book and you are handed a carefully crafted cocktail.  It doesn’t take long for someone to approach you.  The crowd is always very friendly and capable of conversing on a diverse array of topics without ever turning to anything offensive or divisive.  For now, most of the people attending know Jean somehow, which is why I think everyone is so wonderful.  He and his boyfriend are very accomplished men who attracted an eclectic collection of equally accomplished friends. I’ve met other chefs, painters, free spirits, digital artists, tastemakers and personal trainers.   Of course, the common ground for everyone is food.

I’ve attended Re Creo twice.  It’s been as great a dining experience as eating in any of LA’s top twenty restaurants.  Everything is fresh, made from scratch and artfully plated.  One of the best parts of Re Creo is the communal silence and initial reactions during each course as the first bites hit palettes.  It’s so much fun.

I had occasion to visit Re Creo this past Sunday.  What follows is a visual presentation of what we were treated to this time around.

Sea Urchin Panna Cotta, Yuzu Geleé, Smoked Almond Brittle - Photo by Christopher Spinder


Fava Bean "Canned Soup", English Pea Crostini - Photo by Christopher Spinder


Burratta, Bitter Greens, Fried Grapes, Aji Amarillo Vinaigrette - Photo by Christopher Spinder


Fresh Fettuccine Carbonara, Quail Egg, Thyme Bacon - Photo by Amy Koslofski


Herb Crab Cake, Brussels Sprouts Slaw, Mustard Caviar - Photo by Christopher Spinder


Lomo Saltado Shepherd's Pie, Balsamic Pearls, Oregano Oil - Photo by Christopher Spinder


Sticky Toffee Date Cake, Aji Amarillo Honey Ice Cream, Raspberry Sauce - Photo by Christopher Spinder


Pictures do not do justice to the unearthly experience of these flavors and textures at play upon your tongue.  I have never seen plates cleaned so fast nor so completely as when at Jean’s table.  Nothing is left behind, even the foods people swear they’ll never touch.  (For me, it’s beets. But damn if he didn’t get me to not only eat them but like them at my first dinner.)

Jean’s skill and love of food is evident in every dish.  He’s spent a great deal of time around some big names in cooking and put in hard work with regards to his craft.  He is an endless source of knowledge about all things food related.  I have very little doubt that I will one day be sitting in one of his restaurants and it will be celebrated for its playful, inventive, sexy cuisine.  But, for now, he’s a well kept secret orchestrating the type of dinner you’d find Dorothy Parker enjoying.  It’s quite a feat.

At the moment, Re Creo has no where near the level of notoriety of Wolvesmouth, Provisions, or the newly created BRK.  It means your chances of getting in are very good.  Dinners are also not predictable.  When the whim strikes, Jean sends out an invitation with a deadline to respond.  If you want in, you can join the Facebook page.  If that’s not your thing, worry not.  Just shoot them an email at [email protected] 

Do your taste buds a favor and go.


3 thoughts on “Re Creo Underground Supper”

  1. I keep coming back to what used to be a great blog..lots of locals with different, sometimes quirky, sometimes just fun or informative, but then things started to change..familiar names disappeared (or didn’t post), some of the old regulars show up from time to time but I know they have other personal blogs and concerns in their lives but even when it wasn’t something that I directly related to it was something that I MIGHT relate to, like Frazgo’s update on the 626/Dim Sum scene…

    Ms Lane, nothing against you personally, but you speak to a whole other world…a very different reality where people are into obvious consumption at rather large prices. The only way I could imagine some of the earlier posters being involved in something like what you went to is if it was compted and they came fully loaded with a large supply of irony.

    I know Zack sold the site and went off to work for KCET or somesuch public station but I don’t know who bought the site or who is supposed to be running it but Toto, we’re not at a Metblogs ut tasting contest or any of the other participation explorations of common LA food culture.

    So come, someone please explain if there is hope, if there is a future for this blog or should I just stop checking for updates and take it off my list of favorites. Inquiring minds want to know.
    Thank you.

    1. I’m sure there’s some hipster “foodie” blog you can turn to that will
      satisfy your need to feel superior to us lower lifeforms, so please,
      remove this blog from your “list of favorites” and “stop checking for
      updates.” It will be a better place for your absence.

      1. I can appreciate both Victoria’s energetic post — a breath of fresh air to this stale place — and Gabriele Gray’s response to it.

        As to the defensive comment above, I would argue that this dormant place would be far better off without the likes of its writer, who comes off like that of a short-fused security guard at a long-vacant lot yelling at someone who shows up to remember what once far more proudly stood on the property.

        As someone who’s been involved with for more than nine years, I too bemoan it’s present status as well as my inability (this last year or so) to get real life out of the way enough to try and contribute to its resurgence. I may not have much to say here, but one thing I’m not going to allow to go unspoken against is an insult to one of those few readers we have left who had a connection with the place.

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