"Transparent, Classless, Available to All"

THE NIGHT before Easter, my girlfriend and I ventured to the deviant sounding, ?Ms. Marmite Lover?s underground restaurant?. E-mailed instructions guided us to a surprisingly suburban, stained glass front door. I offered the password (clue: Comandante Che Guevara?s sign-off to Fidel). ?But you?re early!? accused the bright-eyed anarcho-restaurateur, extreme caterer, astrologer and blogger. ?