Ann.

Hi Hayden, my beautiful Snorlax. How are you?

Oh, that's good. Thank you. Thank you. You took my notes about personalizing it.

Did you like it? You did.

Yeah, I did because I do feel like Snorlax a lot of the time. Just a big boy wants to lie down and sleep.

Today's episode is about supper clubs. And I'm wondering when I say the two words,

supper clubs, what comes to mind? What do you think, Hayden, Donnell?

Oh, that is, it's been a long time since you've completely stumped me with one, honestly.

I thought that all aspects of America would travel to me.

But for some reason, not a supper club.

For some reason, I think it might be like toastmasters or something,

where people stand up and give speeches or supper?

What do you do at supper?

You have a little nightcap, maybe a little amaro and talk to another gentleman in a top hat.

What do you do at supper club?

Well, are you going to tell me?

Do I have to listen to this stupid podcast to find out?

Yeah, here's a transition. Here's your answer. Starting now.

I'm David Farrier, a New Zealand accidentally marooned in America, and I want to figure out what makes this country tick.

Now, for a while, we've gotten emails to flightlessbird chat at gmail.com wanting me to go to a supper club,

which like Hayden, I had never heard of until the email started flowing in. Part of the issue is that where Rob and I live in L.A. Supperclubs aren't really a thing. Am I wrong on that, Rob? I'm not really sure what we're doing. The hell are we doing? but then I ended up in Wisconsin at a giant cheese competition, and it seemed criminal

not to poke my nose into the world of the suburb club, which primarily exists in upper

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