Dinner parties can be stuffy affairs, particularly when none of the guests knows anyone except their date. As we all know, one good way to break the ice is to have servers gently caress diners, encouraging them to delicately spoon-feed their partners an array of culinary treats, which is exactly the concept behind Our Gourmet Life Erotic Dinners.
Intrigued by a promise of "statuesque men and women wearing enticing black masks —and little else —serving you exquisite French cuisine," I dropped $125 to attend the introductory version of this purportedly lavish dinner party ($175 with wine pairing). The site says singles —18 and over, please —are welcome, but it's more tantalizing to bring a partner. So I dragged my fiancé along, sparing him the details to make it easier for him to step outside his comfort zone. And Our Gourmet Life was one of the best dining experiences I've had in a long time. Starting off, a masked man in formal serving clothes greeted us at a secret location in SoMa. Couple by couple, we were led upstairs to a private residence in the sexy and formal attire we'd been encouraged to wear.
Red light flooded the expansive kitchen and living room, immediately establishing the evening's sensual nature. The group of black-masked, male and female servers made it clear that what the website guarantees —erotic elements weaved throughout a dining experience —would be delivered as promised.
After a round of drinks and passed appetizers —some delivered directly from the server's fingers into your mouth —we were seated around a communal table, 24 people in all. Founder and chef Chris Hubbard took over, making the expectations clear. We would be subject to the sensual touches of the servers —light caressing, massaging, heavy breathing in the ear —and could be invited to touch them back, as long as nobody's fingers went south of the belt.
I don't want to give away too many details, as what made this dinner unique was seeing just how far the servers would go, along with the realization that you want them to go further —even if you previously thought of yourself as someone who wouldn't like that sort of thing. Suffice it to say that intertwining delicious food with touching was truly erotic, and the ardor increased in intensity as the amount of clothing decreased.
Think of it as one part formal French dinner, one part play party —even though there's no sex — and one part curious couples. Everyone was snappily attired, using this dinner as that rare opportunity (for San Francisco) to dress up.
One patron was celebrating his birthday, and the special surprise he got was far more exciting than a complimentary sombrero. Let's just say everyone was on boner watch.
Food-wise, everything was phenomenal. For obvious reasons, photos aren't allowed, so you'll have to use your imagination here. The warm, balsamic-glazed strawberries were a great way to get the taste buds eager for more, and the sous vide flank steak was absolutely delicious. There were six courses in total, each more decadent than the last. Dessert was spoon-fed to me by a masked, shirtless man who then pressed my head into my fiancé's for a chocolate make-out session, and by this point we were so warmed up that it was a decidedly hot experience. As dinner ended, the guests agreed that it had been a one-of-a-kind experience. It felt freeing to be untethered by the bonds of social convention, especially in an elegant, upscale environment —this was no dingy sex dungeon. It was erotic, but accessible to people who may not be defined by living a kinky lifestyle, and a powerful experience for anyone who might be shy about exploring their sex-positivity.
My fiancé and I will hopefully be attending their upcoming Intermediate-level dinner, which is $300 each (including wine) and promises "more" of everything: food, decadence, eroticism, and sensuality. Word on the street is we'll get to lick caviar off of someone's nipples.
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