by Andrew E. on What a crap hole. This place smells like it doubles as men's shelter during off hours. Another meat packing disaster. I'd rather stay home and revel in the smell my own farts. They need to air lift this whole operation to Bensohurst. It'd save everybody a lot of time and money.
by Lakendra Mckeag on Whenever I think of Supper club, The Last Supper comes into my mind. I have biblical visions of betrayal and crucifixion. My trust in fellow clubbers take a beating as I am on the lookout for imaginary Judas's. Last Friday I decided to take the bull by the horn and look into the Last Supper and find something empowering which will allow me to enjoy Amsterdam type entertainment in the heart of SOMA district. I did not have to go far as I found Jesus's statement from the Corinthians "Do this in remembrance of Me". Thus empowered with the biblical prophesy, I proceeded towards the Supper Club with missionary zeal. Supper club was an experience to savor all the senses: the superb audio system, the visual aesthetic splendor, the tingling taste buds from the culinary wonder, the tactile stimulus of the resident masseuse, the list goes on. The most distinguished feature of Supper Club are their beds(with clean sheets) all across the club. I lay sprawled on one of them, evangelizing the gospel of hedonism to the lovelies around me and watching fellow rateclubers vibrate their body to the OM of the music when I realized that the deeper purpose of Supper club is to propagate bliss and advance us on our journey towards Salvation.
