Polly’s Paladar is a private supper club in the heart of downtown Nevada City dedicated to facilitating enthusiasm for the sharable food movement. We collaborate with organic farms, chefs, and artists (all local) to provide a fusion of delights in a unique and underground atmosphere.
Humans thrive on food and companionship. What better way for us to make sure we keep on thriving, than to create an atmosphere and hold events in a central location with consistency? There are a lot of ways that we can do this for ourselves in this world and in this little town. What makes the paladar different is that we are all involved, in one way or another, by nurturing each others gifts and talents on a recurring platform. Sustaining our local economy and cottage industries are especially important right now. This is our chance to give opportunities to local businesses or artists to shine, who might not otherwise have those moments. This is a chance for those hidden gems in our village to be the shining stars for a night. It’s a chance for community members to enjoy each other and all the brilliant nature we hold. To be shared in an intimate and safe environment is a blessing. This is what Polly’s Paladar is ALL about.
And just so you know:
Paladar (plural: paladares) is a term used in Cuba to refer to restaurants run by self-employers. Mostly family-run businesses, paladares are fundamentally directed to serve as a counterpart of state run restaurants for tourist seeking for a most vivid interaction with cuban reality, and looking for homemade cuban food.
Although we will not be serving food from just one geographical area, we liked the term.
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If I envy anyone it must be
My grandmother in a long ago
Green Summer, who hurried
Between kitchen and orchard on small
Uneducated feet, and took easily
All shining fruits into her eager hands.
That summer I hurried too, wakened
To books and music and circling philosophies.
I sat in the kitchen sorting through volumes of answers
That could not solve the mysteries of the trees.
My grandmother stood among her kettles and ladles.
Smiling in faulty grammar.
She praised my fortune and urged my lofty career.
So to please her I studied-but I will remember always
How she poured confusion out,
how she cooled and labeled
All the wild sauces of the brimming year.
-Mary Oliver