I'm not going to say that Matt Richter is a genius but, well, there you go, I said it. Dinner theater. Boy does it bring to mind bad performances of 'Godspell' and anemic meals of fettuccine alfredo and iceberg lettuce. There is nothing in this evening that even faintly resembles dinner theater as we know it. Nothing. Welcome to the new world. You enter the darkened theater. You are asked to stand in front of the first row of seats. More people file in. They stand in front of you. There is a black curtain blocking the stage. You don't know if you should sit or not. Some people do.

Dinner Theater is another provocative and risky idea by Matthew Richter that promises to get people talking and thinking, and that’s why I love it. The intimacy of the evening and well-crafted presentation makes me feel like I just went through a rite of passage and now I am part of a secret club. I don’t want to comment too specifically on the food and accompanying narrative because that would spoil the fun. But I will say,  “yum! ”,  “pretty! ” and  “poprocks rule! ”.