Status: Classified • Location: Undisclosed • Clearance: Restricted

A signal flickers from below the surface. A door you’re not supposed to find. Inside: close quarters, low light, and a story that doesn’t travel well above sea level. Rumors say Mr. Tarzan is charting this voyage himself; part cabaret, part covert briefing, part culinary exploration. Only a handful of seats and a promise that what happens below, stays below.

No maps. No spoilers. Just a true tale told sideways, scored live, and served with a tasting built for the mission. Expect tight spaces, sharp turns, and the kind of laughter that makes you glance over your shoulder. You won’t sit back; you’ll lean in. The Submarine is surfacing. Reservations are mandatory. Clearance is limited.

When the hatch opens, will your name be on the manifest?