Xcetera?

We’re going to get naked for a burger test! Oh wait, we are going to a strip club. Either way, someone is naked! Oh wait it’s not really a strip club. Obviously it was once a strip club. They called it Xcetera. But it was not even Xcetera anymore. They wanted to move away from the strip club label so they renamed the place the Broadway Supper Club.
And they were right to do it too. Because there are no strippers there anymore. I tried to relive the experience and see if anyone in the group wanted to get naked. It didn’t work. I would have done it, but I think Karen has a camera phone, and you know, what with you tube and such these days...
Anyway, it was mentioned on a random blog once, that a place called Xcetera had good burgers. After much research, we concluded the former Xcetera was now the Broadway Supper Club.
We walked into a dark, damp, dungeon of cellars. One half bar, one half, some type of former stripper club restaurant. We all had a good chuckle at our surroundings. Instead of window curtains, they had what appeared to be shower curtains around the walls. In fact, it seemed a bit cluttered.
Seriously, it’s the burgers that are important. Unfortunately, we waited nearly 45 minutes for our order. Obviously Nick was going to smoke the waitress score with a 1, but he gave her a 3 like most of us did. She was nice and obviously did her job despite the slow service.
Whence the burgers finally did arrive, they were met with delight. For such a shady, dirty strip club of a place, we gave eights across the board for flavor. Something about their burgers was right. And that’s saying a lot when so much about the place was wrong.
We all gave high scores for condiment availability, except for Nick, he must not have received his Catcup. And although good, the burgers were a bit sloppy jalopy. It was not as easy to eat the burgers as it was to taste their excellence.
As you can imagine, in a dungeon of a former strip club, the presentation scores were average to low. The bun was a low score too, and so was overall experience. Obviously the burgers themselves tasted very good, but everything else, hurt the experience. It’s hard to enjoy a great burger if a shower curtain is falling down on your head and there is no lighting in the joint. Clearly, the atmosphere was a very low score.
Overall, if you are blind, deaf and mute, this is an awesome place for a burger! Otherwise, you get a good burger but you leave feeling a little dirty and not quite right.
Lets talk about the panel, Nick, Karen, Tom and I made it out this week. Sarah was on vacation, in a better place. I was the jerk of the group by giving a 6 overall when everyone else gave a 7. I think Tom was the one that said it reminded him of a place called Studio 8.
I think you have heard enough by now. I was under whelmed. Nick liked the burger but was unimpressed with the place. Karen showed off some of her dance moves, but cared for little else and Tom was too nice to a dirty establishment. I just wanted to dance on the rusty pole.
So now for the moral of the week. What is it? What is the biggest lesson I’ve learned that I want to spin off on the burger blog? I don’t know. No burger will ever be the burger you dreamed of, but if you find one that works, stick with that shiznit. Because it might be the best you can find. Ok, lets do a better one.
Um, come up with some secret signal that no one else will know. Say, put your butter knife perpendicular to your fork or vis a versa. Something like that. To signal that you favor, or disfavor the burger, or a need to dance… That way, you don’t need to worry about influencing your fellows with a certain rating. For example, if you are unsure of your burger, cross your utensils. If the person across from you does the same, then you have a basis to work with. All you have to do is share one word with the person across from you. Something like, “It’s a nice day” meaning it is good. Or, “The floor is sticky” meaning it is bad and there is no chance. I don't know, whatever.
Anyway, enjoy your damned burger.