Ward on the Street: Best Supper Ever club
It took me 35 minutes to come up with the code name “Butt-Bott 5000.”
I’ve just eaten dinner with the Best Supper Ever restaurant review club, after months of attempting to secure a place at their table. The motley crew of 12 friends/reviewers/casual drunkards with fake names (ranging from “Master of the Souls” to “Tabasco Dick”) coalesced a few years ago with a web presence limited to an impressively designed Myspace page. Featuring frank—and often profane—restaurant reviews, they’ve earned a legion of rabid fans, many of whom beg to join them for dinner. Myself included.
After a few months of Myspacing and an epically long email thread too obscene to print (it included references to prostitution and bodily functions I didn’t know existed) I chose my outfit wisely. I anticipated it all day. Then I came down with a migraine and almost threw up on my way to the restaurant. Not cool.
So when they offered a reluctant raincheck to join the club for an outing to Masa with fellow Metromixers Scott T. Sterling and Jessie Rubin, I jumped at the chance to hang with a crew who both frightened and enraptured me with their vile antics. We blazed through several bottles of wine and a few pizzas and later threatened each other with cutlery. I was accused of being a “hot mess,” which I realized later isn’t actually 50% flattering, but wholly insulting. Then I wrote a review while tipsy, using the words “God’s underpants” to describe a bread pudding.
In all, they were worth the wait.
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