So a pole dancer, a massage therapist, a chef, and a DJ walk into a bar…and they start working. That’s it. There’s no joke. They’re all part of the staff at Supperclub San Francisco, because here there are no lines between performance, dining, wellness, and clubbing. From the cute drag emcee who welcomed us, to the delicious strawberry shortcake that ended the evening, Supperclub was three hours of pure entertainment. Did I mention that all of this fun was had from the comfort of a platform bed?
Reviews can be a formulaic function of the type of place being reviewed – restaurant, nightclub, theater, spa, etc. But since Supperclub occupies the nexus of all of these establishments, those rules simply don’t apply. So where do I begin? Supperclub is a lot of things, but I dare posit that it is foremost a cabaret – so let’s begin there. There were no fewer than four crowd-pleasing performances that ranged from the classical to the irreverent to the death-defying. I don’t know how often opera, pole dancing, aerial silks, and a performance piece featuring the Virgin of Guadalupe and her AC-powered vibrator appear on the same billing, but everything goes (and goes well) at Supperclub.
The four performance pieces were paralleled by a four-course, fixed menu. But, before the first course arrived I enjoyed a Nocturnal Emission (though I think it’s called something else when you’re awake). The bartender mixed this yummy cocktail of bourbon, triple sec, and bitters a few glorious minutes before our server brought over the first course – tomato bisque with crème fraiche. This was followed by perfectly seared scallops and kale, then grilled lamb chops, and finally that strawberry shortcake. I was fully prepared to accept a meal whose quality might be a little compromised by the scope of the overall theater-restaurant-club-spa effort, but I was pleasantly surprised. It was fantastic!