Getting older is such a weird experience. Getting older in Dallas while trying to maintain a social life can be a weirder, and even more challenging experience. A few Halloweens ago, somewhere after a night of well drinks and bar hopping down McKinney Avenue, I realized I needed to find a new scene and a new way to have fun.
I didn’t want to just go to dinner and then hurry home. That’s a waste of a good outfit, highlighting and contouring. But I also wasn’t about that constant bar life anymore. And then Don’t Tell Supper Club opened, and my problem was solved.
Nestled in the heart of Downtown Dallas, Don’t Tell Super Club is as mysterious as it sounds, but it’s the mystique that makes this hidden gem a little addicting.
To put it simply, it’s dinner with a show, but that’s an understatement. It’s a unique sensory experience – a carefully curated food and drink menu with the backdrop of live music and eclectic entertainment that excites and awakens all the senses.
The best thing I can tell you do to is walk in with an open mind. Nobody has time for pretentious, snooty Dallas attitudes. As soon as you enter the restaurant, you instantly know that it’s going to be an unforgettable evening.
The dinner service cuisine is beautifully designed by Top Chef Tre Wilcox and includes small and large plates. The menu is an eclectic American style that is both seasonal and slightly trendy. We started off the meal with an order of the Jumbo Lump Crab Filled Eggs. Not too be cliché, but these are not your mama’s deviled eggs. This classic southern dish is elevated by the rich seafood and brightened ever so softly with tarragon and lemon. But it’s not a southern menu.
After appetizers, we continued with a wide range of small plates from lamb lollipop chops to BBQ sliders. I’ve recently become obsessed with lamb, and these sweet, yet savory chops deepened the love affair.
But the star of the meal was definitely the steak with fries. This is Texas on a plate – perfectly cooked, medium rare steak, an order of fries and a steer watching you eat each bite in an ironic twist. The steak is big enough to share, which you might want to after you see the $70 price tag.
And as you enjoy your small plates and cocktails, prepare yourself for a unique blend of entertainment – singers, musicians, dancers, tricksters, aerialists and acrobatics to enhance your dining journey. During dinner, we had several intermittent acts that walked including an illusionist. And like any good night, as the evening progresses, the entertainment becomes a little more risqué. I didn’t get a chance to experience this naughtiness during my visit, but my friends tell me it’s gets pretty lit.
The only reason I left Don’t Tell that Friday evening is frankly because I got sleepy. Like I said at the beginning, getting old is a weird experience. After a long week, a balanced meal and refreshing cocktails is the perfect prelude to a good night’s sleep.
But don’t you worry – after a good power nap, I’ll be back to Don’t Tell Supper Club just to see how risqué the evening can become. Who’s brave enough to join me?
(Disclaimer: My menu sampling was complimentary, and all opinions are my own.)