When a Designer finds out her passion lies in cooking  hosting and dressing people at the same time. 

The result is: A Cult Supper Club

Fucked Up Individuals: The Dinner Series

This isn’t a pop-up. It’s not a restaurant. It’s not therapy.
It’s a dinner party for the emotionally fluent and existentially undone, hosted in the black kitchen of designer Illi Goren and guided by  her and her team. ww ask the kind of questions that strip you bare (and somehow make you laugh about it).

8 strangers. One black table.
No small talk. No social climbing. No branding opportunities.
Just food, feeling, and consensual emotional chaos.

Illi cooks like she designs—precise, obsessive, architectural.

The night unfolds like ritual:
Aperitifs. Appetizers. Breakdowns. Breakthroughs. Dessert.

You eat. You speak. You unravel.
The light is soft. The emotions aren’t.
There’s wine. There are rules.
And there’s no way to stay silent.

What to Expect

cooked food and even raw conversation. Guests dressed like trauma in couture. Silence that tastes like truth. Laughter that ambushes you. No phones, no performance

This Is For You If

You’re too emotionally intense for most dinner parties
You crave depth over polish
You’re tired of being “fine”
You want something real but sexy

Book a Seat

Eight seats. One night.

Private. Intimate. Not everyone go the same as they came. 

And the food?

it’s good.