Greetings Culture Clubbers
This is Lucie, again... with my brother, Stephane, newest addition to the CC.
Where to begin? Well, this was by far the best turn out the CC has had since its inception, as 24 fellow members gathered at this meeting's locale choice, Mio Restaurant. Located on Vermont Avenue, Mio Restaurant is not one that most of us know about nor have ever frequented, except CC member, Don Marshall, who frequents Mio for lunch during the business week because he's cool like that. I happen to also know Mio after having hosted a work event there last year, a factoid that will provide context as this blog goes on.
Unassuming from the outside, as you enter, you are immediately surrounded by a wall of wine racks that house some of the better wines, cool lighting fixtures and a very welcoming bar area. The restaurant itself boasts high ceilings, I would say, pretty cool lounge furniture and an open kitchen in the back. Having made reservations ahead of time, the first group that arrived (aka: us) found a blocked off section of the bar. We immediately dove into the drink list and began what would become a momentous evening of merrymaking and enthusiastic indulgence.
The drink list was pretty basic. Some were divine, as were the mojitos, of all kinds, including the blood orange mojito, which Ramsey reminds us all as being "delicious". Some, on the other hand, weren't the groups' favorite, with one in particular deemed by many as just not good at all. Caipirinha is its name. This drink sucked. Thing of things that suck. Now think of this drink. Just terrible. The beers on draft were limited but with some solid choices. And then there was the wine... which, for those who joined this meeting, will recall was flowing abundantly. Well, let's just say, Ramsey went "bottle service"... It was lovely.
When you think of Ramsey going bottle service, think of this memorable line from Soulja Boy's Turn My Swag On single:
"I got a question, why they hate on me? Why they hate on me?
I ain't did nothin to em but count this money, and put my team on, and my whole click stunning, boy wassup...boy wassup
Hop up out the benz, turn my swag ooooooooooooooooonnnn, took a look in the mirror, say wassup..."
The Food: In sum, let's just say that Mio's food has been superior to the other establishments the Culture Club has frequented to-date. Let me dive in here for a sec...
As the drinking went on, the group decided to test out a few of the appetizers, including the crab cakes and a small plate of divine saucisson, prosciutto and a few selections of different salamis, all simple and yet delicious. Exactly what we needed.
Over the next hour, the group grew to its larger size and the loud cacophony of conversations grew to a dull roar as we soon became the only patrons in the bar. At this point, the staff had not only kicked out two women from our reserved section (non CC members of course), but began literally moving around furniture to accommodate our needs, including a grand piano. The impeccable service does not stop here however.
Recall this: I had hosted an event here last year and met Mio's owner, Manuel. Fast forward one year and to this evening, there he was again, big smile, welcoming me back (Don, it's ok) and before we knew it, had a line of waiters with platters of food serving our now long-22-person-table "on the house". Fried lobster balls (a la hush puppies), meat kebabs, crab cakes and sauteed mushrooms adorned the table as the now rambunctious group dove in. Applause all around. Not only to the chef, but to the waiters, staff and of course, Manuel. (We did, literally, applaud).
Let's pause here and rate a few things:
1. Setting: Very good
2. Drink List: Good
3. Wine List: Very good
4. Food: Disco Inferno, aka: superior
5. Service: A+
6. Don Marshall's performance: Otherworldly
Now usually I would say that the CC meeting at this point came to its conclusion. Oh no. Oh no. Not this night. The members continued on for some time, a few departing shots here and there for what proved to be a mere skirmish to the war that would ensue. While many more reasonable CC members decided to cab it home, the chosen few, as we were named later, remained out for what proved to be a circuit of lesser establishments.
As the night continued on, it quickly became clear that the starting point should have been the ending point. Alas, the CC founders along with a few members found themselves exchanging quizzical looks over eggs benedict at Bistro Francais at four in the morning, minus Jen Burka who let's just say "chose poorly" and ordered a quiche.
More than 100 drinks later, we think 6 bottles of wine, countless beers and a few shots, cigarettes (you know who you are) and a rogue lost phone, this Culture Club Meeting was one for the ages.
As the founders journey off to France, we leave you with this:
Until next time, a bientot.