My girlfriend and I love to cook together, so we wanted to celebrate our anniversary by taking a cooking class. We found Truffles and Trifles' "date night" class, which listed 10 delicious-sounding dishes, mentioned drinking wine while we cook, and fell on the date of our anniversary to boot. We thought we hit the jackpot.
Oh boy. This will be a lengthy review, so if you want the short version: the "class" was nothing of the sort. It utterly lacked in organization, instruction, or even common decency. The food was edible, but hardly worth the price.
To begin with, while the description we read on their website mentioned wine, it failed to mention we would have to bring our own, so we were a bit embarrassed when walked in the door and saw other couples pulling wine out of coolers, while we were empty-handed. But we figured that bit of miscommunication might be our fault for not calling ahead, assuming $150 would mean wine was included.
Upon entering the store, we looked around for any kind of sign-in sheet, a person to greet us, anything or anyone to tell us where to go or what to do to confirm our reservation and get started. We ended up having to ask another couple what to do, and when we finally found Marci and tried to check in, she ignored us to have small talk with another couple. Even when she finally deigned to recognize our existence, she frequently turned away to continue her previous conversation, when all we needed to do was give our name and get a pamphlet.
At this point, we were seriously doubting our decision to come here.
We went into the cooking area, looked around, and made small talk with another couple - we were glad to find out we weren't the only ones to not get the "bring your own wine" memo, or who were feeling totally lost and undirected. Shortly after, Marci had everyone sit down to begin introductions.
During introductions, Marci continued to pay attention to the same couples she ignored us for when we first arrived. When it was my girlfriend's turn to introduce herself, as a student studying art history, Marci chose to comment on how poor her job prospects were, and how she should have been meaner to her granddaughter so that she wouldn't have studied the same thing! We didn't pay $150 to be harassed and demeaned for our life choices.
And then the cooking started.
Rather than each couple get to cook the full array of dishes, as we'd been expecting, Marci divided us into teams of 2-4 people, and each team received 1-3 dishes they were responsible for. Two of the couples (guess which ones) went off with Marci, while the rest of us gathered around her lone assistant chef for some instruction. She demonstrated to us how to smash garlic with a meat tenderizer, how to cut herbs in a cup with scissors, and how to dice an onion without cutting the root. If you wanted cooking techniques, there - I just saved you $150.
We went off to our stations, which were overcrowded with cutting boards, utensils, ingredients, and people, leaving at least half of the room unused. The assistant chef made some comments about how the recipes might be wrong, or how she didn't always agree with what Marci did or wrote, but to just follow as best we could. We tried. The recipes were unclear, some steps were out of order. The ingredients provided didn't always match with what the recipe called for. Many steps were already done ahead of time, often reducing the recipes to a frankly patronizing level.
For example, our station was making a tomato soup, mac & cheese, and salmon cakes. The tomatoes were roasted before we got there, reducing our job to throwing everything in a pot and blending it. We tried to at least sauté the garlic briefly before dumping everything else in (as called for in the recipe) but the assistant chef came over and dumped everything in for us. The mac & cheese amounted to boiling pasta, beating an egg, and mixing cheese. The salmon cake recipe called for poached, flaked salmon, but we were given a slab of raw salmon, and three times as much as we needed.
But at least we did some actual cooking; one group only washed some fruit to dump into an ice cream machine, and then had Marci come over to tell them how they should do the recipe differently next time. I believe I heard her say, "You should smash the blueberries first next time," to which the couple replied, "we did!"
Honestly, the class would have been unbearable had we not been paired with a very nice couple (who graciously shared their wine). We had more fun talking about how awful the class was than with the class itself. While this class didn't ruin our anniversary (thanks entirely to the afore-mentioned couple, and the fact that my girlfriend and I are able to have fun no matter the situation), we could have had a much better time spending the money on a nice meal. If we do another cooking class, it won't be with Marci. read more