30 March 2008
Suppah Club: Totally Gaslit
For a few years, my favorite verb has been "to gaslight." Gaslighting, if you don't know, is form of psychological torture where aspects of a victim's environment are subtly altered, thereby upsetting his or her peace of mind, sense of security, etc. I've long suspected my family of gaslighting me with all the moving of shoes and excessive Natasha Beddingfield songs. But now I have a new variation on my favorite verb:
To gaslight (v): To enjoy several carafes of Cote du Rhone at Gaslight in the South End, thereby experiencing a warm, overall sense of well being and finding everything, as a neighbor once said, "tits-out-on-the-Blue Line hilarious"
The new definition comes courtesy of this month's Suppah Club where we gathered at this fab "brasserie un coin"(brasserie on the corner) on what was once the shite end of Harrison Avenue. Just a few years ago, the only thing on this corner was a belligerent homeless person armed with a lighter and hairspray. Now, thanks to the folks at Aquitaine, it's one of pomme frites and garlic braised escarole and all things au poivre. A place that, according to its website, "courts all who appreciate a good time." Right on. Also, there is FREE PARKING, as in, "Park anywhere, ladies, it's free." Before you could say tinkle winkle, LPD pulled into a spot and she, Auntie and I busted into a slow jog toward the entrance. Inside, we feasted pomme heavy and enjoyed several half carafes, toasting Cameo's passing of the Series 7 and how James bribed her with New york strip steaks to bring her new boyfriend to our house.
Gwennie does a dramatic reenactment of Steven Tyler freaking out after being asked for ID at Logan.
Next Suppah Club theme: Steaks & Sex in the suburbs.