May 09 - 12:33:55 |
|
Post Reply | Post new topic | Page: [ <<< - < ] 1 2  |
The Detroit Caberet Supper Club | Started by: Lincoln_Lawyer on Nov 14, '21 16:44 |
The Christmas season had been a little slower than hoped-for, but it was time to move on to the new season. Running from 17th January running until the 3rd April. Again they would be going with their 3 tier show, starting with a selection of the best Drag artists in Detroit, followed by a burlesque show, and wrapping up with an all star adaptation of 'Singing in the Rain.' Coctail hour starting at 6.30 with a champagne reception and canapés, followed by a selection of classic cocktails. Reserved seating for all three shows, and a gourmet 4 course meal.
Singing in the Rain Menu
Cocktail hour Hors d’oeuvres Stuffed mushrooms Oysters Rockefeller Crudites with dips Deviled eggs Salmon Mousse on sliced bread Olives
1st Course Chicken Caesar Salad
2nd Course French onion soup With Toasted Sourdough broulle
3rd Course Ribeye of beef aged 35 days Poivre sauce Creamed mashed potatoes Runner beans sauted in butter Ceps in brandy
4th Course Fresh made pavlova With Raspberry Coulis
Each course is paired with a wine personally selected by our master sommelier
Cost: $75.00 |
|
Reply by: Lincoln_Lawyer at Jan 16, '22 23:14 | |
Report Post | Tip |
Mickey sat at the bar, business was slow tonight, but then again there was a war going on. So many friends taken too soon. He had a shitload of Legal paper work to go through though. Last wills and testaments for Dagda, Pepsi-Cola, Tyrion, even Le-Semois and he hadn't even died yet. He'd decided to take out the Godfather though and ascended to the position himself, perhaps a power play, perhaps a futile attempt at self preservation, or a desperate volley of self aggrandisement, but whatever the reason, about 20 minutes later he sucked his balls up into his abdomen like a sumo wrestler and rang Mickey begging for a Will. $500 was $500 and Mickey was happy to be a notary any time money was on offer. On top of that, at least 6 people had died intestate, and Mickey was drawing up papers to lay claim to their assets, better him than Uncle Sam sucking it into the Federal Blackhole that was the post war boom Economy. Mickey shook his head, where had the time gone? It seemed like only a few weeks ago it was 1934 and now here it was the 1950s. Thankfully he had 'legitimate' business interests and was able to sit out the war, Hitler, the Italians, the Japs, at least being Latino he hadn't ended up in an internment camp somewhere. Back to the paperwork. Lots of money to move, lots of properties to transfer, more dead kids to cover up for R-L_Stine... like what the actual fuck was going on? Was he eating the fucking things? Any one would think he was EvilClown or something. But it kept the bills paid. two gun shots, close by. One of the staff came over and whispered in his ear, Buttercup had shot Ms_Ann_Thropy and then taken a pro from Invicta, only for Invicta to be gunned down a hot second later by Willie_G_Skull. Things were heating up, and Mickey was worried about the staff. "Close her up guys, and head out the back. I'll stay here and look after the joint in case one of those Bella Vista Fags try and torch the place. Stay safe." Mickey lit a Morley and inhaled deeply, it was going to be a long assed night. |
|
Reply by: Lincoln_Lawyer at Jan 27, '22 03:23 | |
Report Post | Tips: 1 / Total: $20,000 Tip |
It had been a while since Mickey had been back in Detroit, certainly it had been prior to his death and miraculous resurrection. This was the thing, the world was convinced that Mickey and 6 others had miraculously risen from the grave, like Zombies or Vampires or part of the Holy Trinity, instead of the far simpler explanation that Dominick had been a shit shot and had just failed to kill his targets. Of course with Dominick lying face down in the gutter with two to the back of the head, the man who could confirm that his accuracy was a toss up between an Imperial Stormtrooper and a Starfleet Security officer was no more. Unlike a Zombie, or a Vampire, or in deed Christ, Mickey still needed to eat and drink, and this is why he had come to the Caberet Supper club. It was disappoint to discover that business was down, but given he was now 500 miles away this was to be expected. Rather than take up a booth or a table, he sat at his old place at the corner of the bar, where he could watch both the room and the show. His half smoked packet of Morley'sTM sat on the bar beside him as he enjoyed a 25 year old Middleton. Supper was on its way, and perhaps he could shake this niggling headache he had had for the last couple of days. |
|
Reply by: Lincoln_Lawyer at Mar 23, '22 20:45 | |
Report Post | Tip |
Finally ToE decided to stop by his father's old place and grab a bite to eat, some more drinks and perhaps sleep through a show. He set his Morley's on the table beside him and ordered a bottle of Jameson. There was no point drinking Midleton at this point, he was too far gone on Jim and Coke to be able to discern the subtle intricacies that made a nice 25 yr old a truly remarkable drink. Light peppery tones intertwine with sweet mandarin orange, vanilla and cinnamon layered over rich toasted wood notes thanks to the many years spent in American oak. Lingering and full-bodied finish with the delicate fruits softly fading while the pot still spices and oak continue to the very end. Not to mention at almost 110 proof, the premium you paid for this amazing 1st fill bourbon was worth every penny. |
|
Reply by: Touch_Of_Evil at Jun 07, '22 13:15 | |
Report Post | Tip |
Post Reply | View All Threads | Page: [ <<< - < ] 1 2  |
Minimum $20,000