Happy Pride Month, kids!
While a perverted number of Bible-beating Oklahomans still vilify the LGBTQ+ community, the brilliant thing about queer culture is the way it answers that hateful barrage: true comedic scorn, hard-hitting observations and hilarious one-liners that make pearl-clutching hate-mongers soil their britches and then some.
The best place to find that joyful resistance—high-profile, low-brow and blessedly profane—is The Boom, 2218 NW 39th St., and its Sunday Gospel Drag Brunch. There, church culture meets fabulous style and bawdy humor against a brunch backdrop of butter-swimming biscuits, sausage gravy and sweet rolls of redemption.
My wife and I acquired $12 tickets for the Sunday performance and arrived around 11:30 a.m. for the 12 noon show. After being promptly checked in, we were seated at the wrap-around bar, with most of the tables already taken by large groups. Though somewhat dark, especially coming in from the mid-day sunshine, the place was already electric!
As my wife talked with the girls sitting next to us, I scanned the special menu, contemplating what I wanted to order. I started with my beverage, some near-gourmet coffee ($3.00) and, quickly, it was attached to my lips.
Now my wife wanted a mimosa or two, but The Boom was weirdly not serving alcohol that day, so she instead got a Sunrise ($6.00), which I learned was a Tequila Sunrise without the tequila—a lively blend of fresh orange juice with grenadine and a little splash of Sprite. It was actually pretty good!
As brunch orders began coming out of the kitchen, table by table, we sipped on our drinks and the show started.
Right on cue, Sister Patty and Sister Vera, the most holiest of holier-than-thou hosts, started the show with bold semen jokes that were illustrated by, ahem, a golden cross and a two-foot-long phony phallus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for these two bold and brassy broads caught up in the devil’s toolbox, amen!
As the girls solicited sanctified donations from the rowdy brunch crowd, our meal started arriving one item at a time, beginning with the Sweet Rolls of Redemption ($10.00).
We started with a little sweet treat: the warm, gooey Sweet Rolls of Redemption ($10.00), jumbo iced cinnamon rolls drizzled with real maple syrup and topped with crunchy bacon—a total apostrophe that gave me absolute chills as I took bite after bite.
On stage, the Holy Spirit was deep in Sister Patty and Sister Vera, performing rowdy lip-synched Tammy Faye Bakker songs with toe-tapping and finger wagging choreography. Hallelujah!
Entranced, my wife had the Bless This Mess Casserole ($14.00), a “heavenly” mix of fluffy biscuits, crispy bacon, savory ham and sausage, golden hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, and shredded cheese, all covered in a rich creamy sausage gravy that threatened her good Sunday blouse.
Aided by a bowl of mixed fruit, this messy casserole was perfect in its cherubic execution. The bacon, ham, and sausage were indelicately sleeping around with the flighty biscuits and hashbrowns, creating a total orgy of home-cookin’ that can’t be denied.
I, on the other hand, kept it truly vanilla with the Baptized in Butter Biscuits and Gravy ($10.00). Praise be, because they were the fluffiest biscuits, drowning in butter and absolutely drenched in rich, velvety white sausage gravy!
These fresh-from-the-oven biscuits—made with a glorious technique called “butter swimming"—along with their magnificent cream gravy made the whole meal for me. I slowly enjoyed them, the butter and gravy drowning out the crowd riotously laughing all around me.
To be fair, I nearly choked two or three times, spraying biscuit residue through my clenched teeth as laughter overtook me—sorry, but these girls are the perfect morning show comedy team, and I loved every minute of it.
Shameless blasphemy and strap-on comedy will always be in my wheelhouse!
With the collection plate filling out with one last non-secular song, we paid the check and filed out into the harsh afternoon sun, already desperately wanting to go back for the 2 o’clock show.
In the end, The Boom is not only a great stage for the most outré of performers, it’s got a great brunch menu to boot. Give us our daily bread… as long as it's fresh biscuits swimming in butter!
Cómpralo ya!
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