This “supper club” is actually Le Poisson Rouge on one of the nights they have their candle-lit tables out instead of their bare floor and Space-Invader wristbands (which you can see in this earlier strip when we were there). But when they do switch to this format? Hell, it’s swanky enough for my blood.
And here’s a clip of the Instant Composers Pool Orchestra, also sometimes referred to as ICP (but not to be confused with the Faygo-obsessed clowns from Detroit, though I like them too. Didn’t they find Jesus or something last year? I forget.)