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My name is Scott and I like to travel. There I said it, wow that does feel better. There is probably a program for my affliction somewhere. I am what I would consider a Normal Guy. I am a native Arizonan, sometimes we are called “Zonies”. I am in my mid 40′s and enjoy a great life. I am self employed and have a wonderful daughter and Partner. Although I would say my life is a fairly normal one, I am also quite lucky in that I have the ability to travel and enjoy the world, I enjoy learning about other cultures and experiencing the world around us. I want to be right upfront about the type of travel I enjoy and the type I don’t. You will probably not ever read a story of about me backpacking my way through the serengeti during the height of summer, nor will you probably read any stories of me sleeping in the presidential suite of the Ritz Carlton in Paris. I am not a budget traveler, nor am I an uber luxury traveler, I fall somewhere in the middle, where most people fall I believe. I started this blog for the sole purpose of sharing my stories, my views and my excitement for traveling around this world with my friends, family. However it doesn’t stop there for me, I also wanted to make friends with others around the world, those who travel and those who dream of travel. Blogs and Websites evolve over time, mine will no doubt expand over time as well please come back and see what has taken place. However if you have come to my blog to schedule a flight or a hotel, this is not the place.

Supper in Bed Anyone?

To me it’s a bit surprising that I don’t write about food, after all no matter where I go, I eat.  I am sure you do too.  So in the future, from time to time I am also going to be posting about some of my more memorable meals and restaurants that I’ve enjoyed and places that I recommend you try when your in the same cities.

Now for the record, I am not a food critic, however I do know a bit about food both because I eat it and second because I am in the food business.  Some would call me a Foodie, which I think is a silly name for someone, after all we all eat, so we must all be Foodies, right?

I eat all types of food, from cheap and quick to exquisite and luxurious meals.  I don’t like to be rushed through a nice dinner, I like great service, but I don’t like being over serviced.  From time to time, I enjoy a little entertainment with my dinner.  That brings us to today’s post.

This past summer my partner and I posted that we were in Amsterdam on Facebook.  A friend of ours in England, Hi Lia!  Suggested we have dinner at The Supperclub.  We had never heard of it but if Lia suggested it, it must be good.  We were up for something fun and different, boy were we in for a surprise.

Let me set the scene for you.  We enjoyed having one of my oldest friends and his girlfriend on this trip, it was a real pleasure to have them with us.  They were pretty cool with us making the plans for the evening.  So, here we are, myself, my partner and my two friends.  Now my friends are a bit more conservative than myself, I take this into consideration when planning outings with them, I want them to be comfortable and enjoy the experience.  So based on the recommendation, we make dinner reservations for The Supperclub.  We didn’t have time to learn anything about this place, all we knew is that it would be a dinner and show, how harmless can that be?

 Reservations made, showered and dressed and off we go to the restaurant, well we thought it was a restaurant.  It was only a few blocks from our hotel, down a little alley, but I got our group lost of course.  We walked right past it.  The Supperclub is hidden behind a quaint, nondescript door, no sign easy to miss so I don’t feel so bad about getting lost.  Once we realized where it is, we make our way back and enter this very small lobby area and are met by a lovely and pleasant hostess.

We were a bit early, which is ok.  Our pleasant hostess shows us to the bar downstairs which also has a dance floor, it’s a cool, dark, hip place, the bartender is friendly enough, serves us our cocktails.  Just off the bar/dance floor is another room for relaxing before dinner, we make our way to the R and R room, I mean Rest and Relaxation room, however it could have also been called the Rumpus Room if you know what I mean.  It is at this time, we all seem to pick up a strange vibe.

R and R Room

 The room is dark, leather walls, beds to lounge on, televisions on ceiling, handcuffs on the walls, yes handcuffs!  As I lay there on the bed, enjoying my cocktail, I can see a look of nervousness on my friends.  Sort of “like what is this place”.  I assure them, “I would never take them to a place that would make them uncomfortable, that they would have a good time”.  Although I must admit now that even I was beginning to wonder what this place was after more people came in, all couples, laying on the beds, making out and such.  As we lay here talking, the look of concern growing deeper and deeper on my friends face.  I again, reassured them, not to worry.

The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.  Again, in my father knows best authoritative voice, I assure them it will be ok, then someone said it.  “Is this a sex club?”  I’ve never been here before and I must admit it certainly had the vibe of a Sex Club, even I began to panic a little.  Knowing my friends would be so upset and turned off by such a place, all I could do was say a little prayer that I have not lead them down the wrong road.

The whole room is finally asked to follow the Hostess to the dinning room.  Whew, I breathed a sigh of relief.  I had to keep reminding myself, it’s dinner and a show, this must be part of it.  Dinner is one sitting per night, the menu is a surprise.  As we enter the dinner room it is quite beautiful, but again, it’s got a very sexualized vibe to it.

Tonight we will be enjoying our dinner on a bed, yup a bed.  Both sides of the dinner room is lined with one long bed, like about 60-70 feet long.  Then there is a duplicate bed upstairs, on both sides of the room.  On the beds are small tables for two.  At one end of the room is the kitchen and bar, the other end a DJ’s booth.


The room is all white, but with the lights dimmed the room takes on a bright pink hue to it.   We find our reservation spot, the 4 of us take off our shoes and mount the bed.  We are quickly met with our waiter who is very lively and friendly.  We order wine and sit back and let the dinner begin.

As I look over at my friend, he seems a bit more relaxed because the room is filled with people, but he still has that look of concern.  At one point, I look over at him and say “Don’t worry it’s not a gay bar, I would never do that to you without you knowing about it, it’s going to be fun”.  Just as we all start to relax and sit back for the rest of the dinner, our waiter drops by to give us all a Latex Glove.  I look at my friend and once again, he has the look of shear panic on his face.  “What is this for” he says, “I have no idea” I say.

Rest assured, it was only for the first course, which is to be eaten with your hands.  A fantastic Bruschetta, full of fresh, crisp flavors served on an old vinyl record.  So this is how dinner is going to go is it?  The second course arrives after a bit more wine and time, a gorgeous, perfectly cooked piece of Black Cod in a wonderful briny broth with vegetables.  So far so good, it’s a fantastic meal.  More wine, then desert, again a fantastic desert.  Everyone is happy, slightly drunk and feeling much more relaxed.  Your probably wondering, Dinner and a Show?  Where’s the show?  Well in keeping with the vibe of this place was a very provocative drag queen show, it was hilarious and fun to watch.

After dinner it is music, dancing, fun activities from the staff.  We spent more than 4 hours here, for the money we had a great time and a great value.

The owner of The Supperclub states: Don’t come to Supperclub if you’re in search of a traditional restaurant, have lazy taste buds or are scared of new experiences.  Freedom is the keyword at Supperclub.  It’s a mix of food, music, performances, art, our staff and…you.  An evening at Supperclub has been successful when all your five senses have been tickled.  So to speak, Supperclub is a free state of sensual experience.  It’s hard to explain exactly what that is; you have to experience if yourself.  Supperclub is all about creative freedom.  It’s a particular atmosphere, every night different and a special place where people can let themselves go.  Have fun, eat, listen, dance and enjoy your evening.  Nothing is obligatory.  Everything’s possible.  Be yourself and anything can happen to you, at Supperclub.

I am no prude, but in all honesty, this place is seriously sexualized, it is also an absolutely one of the funnest places I have been in a long time.  The food was extremely good, the staff exceptionally friendly and knowledgable.

You can find Supperclub in London, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Ibiza, Istanbul, and Amsterdam.  If your in any of these cities, please go and find out for yourself how much fun a Dinner and a Show can be.

Happy Travels

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