Frequently Asked Questions

Is my ticket refundable?

Unfortunately, tickets are non-refundable and only valid for the event for which it was purchased. Luckily most people love to eat delicious food, so if you bought a ticket and can’t make it to the event, give it to a friend to make him or her super happy!

Is there parking?

Since we tend to hop from venue to venue we there’s no definitive answer here, but generally we want to make sure you can park close by. For event-specific parking information, feel free to contact the venue or shoot us an email at

What should I wear?

Here’s a true story: one time Chef Louie had a pair of jeans that were so old, ratty, and full of holes that (in the name of common decency) Jamie Bissonnette bought him a new pair and delivered them to him in a pizza box. He has also been known to dress up in Hello Kitty footie pajamas and cow suits. Case in point, we are not the fashion police. However, like any night out on the town in the city, most people dress up a little. Bonus points for animal costumes, no Hello Kitty apparel allowed (Chef is still bitter from the breakup).

How do I know when the next event is?

Here’s an insider secret: we always send event announcements to our email list before we announce it anywhere else. If you want to be the first to get tickets for any event (which we highly recommend), sign up here [this should be hyperlinked to the signup form for our list]. For more event buzz, updates, ridiculous videos, and other shenanigans, like us on Facebook, follow us on Twitter, and check out our videos on YouTube [hyperlinks to all social media].

How does seating work?

As long as you’re sitting in your designated area for your ticket, you can sit wherever you want. Come in, claim your seat, make some friends, find your next crush, wonder who that weird guy across the table making off color jokes and drinking from his flask is (note: that is probably one of Chef’s friends from when this was still a house party...). We want you to have fun with your tablemates while you enjoy your meal. You dig?

Is this event 21+?

Despite the fact that Chef plays Beirut like a BU frat boy and picks up chicks at Lynnfield High while wearing his letterman jacket (FYI, not fooling anyone dude...), we can’t allow anyone under 21 into these events. The upside is, that means we’ve always got some good booze in store for everyone who IS of age, so get ready to have a good time.

Do I have to print out my ticket?

To check you in at the door, we need your first and last name, the number of people in your party, and your confirmation number. Print it out, show us the email on your phone, write it down, tattoo it on your forehead...whatever works best for you is cool with us.

What do you do about dietary restrictions?

If you have any dietary restrictions, please email us at once you’ve purchased your tickets to let us know your needs. We will do our best to accommodate any restrictions, and as masters of improvisation in the kitchen, we’re usually able to manage. Please also inform your server when you sit down for dinner.

Is there a vegetarian option?

Yep, we always include a vegetarian option. Please email us ahead of time at, and inform your server that night if you need to be accommodated. (And more pork for the rest of us).

What’s the drink situation?

We work with beer, wine, and liquor sponsors to make sure there are plentiful adult beverages for your enjoyment. Drinks are included in your ticket.

Who is Le Berg?

Le Berg (full name: King Michael “Le Berg” “Big Time” Bergin) is both a legend and actual royalty in the city of Boston. He currently creates culinary masterpieces as the Sous Chef at a little restaurant you might have heard of called L’Espalier. The most important thing you need to know about Le Berg is that he is a winner. Whether it’s a karaoke competition, a reality show broadcast on national television, or even a Chef Louie Night Rising Star Chef Battle; Le Berg, like a modern-day chef version of Chuck Norris, will roundhouse kick the crap out of his competition like it ain’t no thang.