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Quietly, while you were still in your footie pajamas knee-deep in wrapping paper, a new place opened.
A self-proclaimed “country club on crack”, Betty Danger’s is a cheeky mock-posh send up of the prep set, and much like Suzi’s, its commitment to theme is true from soup to nuts. The main dining area is clubby with dark plaid and toile hunt scene wallpapers, gold and black chandeliers dripping with horse figurines, and big board room tables for larger parties. The servers are rather punk prep: think pearls, private school togs, tattoos, and hot pink Chucks.
The Garden Room, which will serve as patio seating in warmer weather when the garage doors slide up, sports bright yellow and white stylings with gingham tablecloths and astroturf carpeting. Of course there’s a hot pink fireplace with bright green mounted horse heads to warm the place up.
The large and pinkly-lit “mechanical tree”, known as The Danger, won’t fire up until spring I was told, but when it does you’ll be able to buy different ride packages, including dining and drinking options, from the Caddy Shack. There will also be some mini-golf fun, in which one of the holes might have to be played through the Garden Room. Four!
So what’s with the nosh? The menu comes to the table hidden in True Prep handbooks which were fun to page through, though snatched away before food arrived in order to keep clean (though we hadn’t been ready to order mains yet, bother). The food is Mexican, or rather Mexampton, with bits of prepster titling to give it panache, i.e. Rachel “Bunny” Lowe Lambert Lloyd Mellon's guacamole recipe or Bradford’s Nachos, which had all the nacho toppings heated like a dip in a skillet. There are also some sandwiches, tacos, and larger plates that include lasagna, a pot pie, enchiladas, and the like.
Above all, I loved the spice levels. Stuff that was supposed to be spicy, was. The Eldridge with spicy braised beef was a huge, rich sandwich, and our Sloane Kitty Hotchkiss Groton shrimp tacos were snappy and hot (much like Ms. Groton we presume?) Even the jalapeno mac ‘n’ cheese had the right kick.
We sipped on a Dartmouth margarita with fresno chilies and cucumbers and a Princeton version that was classic and refreshing, both came on the rocks in big bowled glasses. The Southampton and Easthampton Long Island iced teas packed the appropriate wallop and all was right with the world.
Ready to join the club? Well, there are actual membership packages that come with various perks including early access to special events, members-only socials, unlimited golfing, even club lockers near the bar to keep anything you’d like (except drugs and kittens, natch).
Let’s get off the stick, shall we sport? And pick up Muffy and Babs on our way over for a nip.