Photo by Jay Paul
Co-Host Jason Tesauro dances along with the VCU Gold Rush squad at the beginning of the 2015 Elby Awards, an event put on exclusively by Richmond magazine that celebrates Richmond's restaurant industry.
Here are the lyrics to the three disco songs that host Jason Tesauro customized for our Elby nominees. Why not have a singalong today?
First up: "Coppa-cabana" to the tune of Copacabana
Copacabana
Her name was Brittanny
She opened Metzger
With schnitzel flour in her hair
And some other German fare
She made flammkuchen
And cooked some brats up
And while she was a rising star
Her husband Kjell tended bar
That place has me transfixed
With its Wednesday prix fixe
I have 5 kids but the bar's so sexy
We almost went for six
They serve Coppa
And Speck with Gose
The hottest spot north of Sub Rosa
There’s Coppa for you
Spätzle, Schwarzbier too
Zweigelt and Rillette are always a sure bet
Over Coppa
You'll fall in love
Now for "Cab (Franc) Mama Jama" to the tune of She's a Bad Mama Jama...
She's a Bad Mama Jama
Julia’s a cab mama jama
Got fine wine and flights rosé
Secco’s badass mama
Just don’t ask for chardonnay
She knows where Basque is
Her menu’s very true
Bitch about farmer fizz
And she’ll rant your Yelp review
She’s got wino devotion
Beautiful fried chickpeas
I get so excited
Sippin her Txakoli
(The list)
She's built
Oh Secco’s stocked
All the unoaked whites we like
(The list)
She's built
Oh she’s stocked
Got all the curves that somms like
Look at her
Julia’s a cab mama jama
Got Fino, pâté by the slab
Secco’s badass mama
Just don’t ask for Napa cab
Last but not least, "I'll Make the Drive" to the tune of I Will Survive
I Will Survive
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
From Shockoe Slip that West End trip's
A twenty-minute ride
But then I spent so many nights
At Lehja supping up curry
Drinks with Sonny
Cheating on Lee Gregory
And so I'm back
In the Short Pump
I used to think that west of Parham Rd.
Was a suburban dump
At first, it pained our urban flock
To pass up Stella's and Full Kee
Now even Reitzer's gotta reckon
Cool stuff's crosstown, you're all guilty
Go on now go
Walk out the door
Just turn around now
You're welcome down I-64
Weren’t we the ones
Who used to bare our foodie fangs
Now we ignore boring chains
For Umi, Tazza, Peter Chang’s
Oh yes, said I
I'll make the drive
Oh if we still steer
To D. Fultineer
I know we’ll be alright
Yes, there’s jazz in Jackson Ward
Saison and Rogue up for awards
But I'll make the drive
Don't go at 5
Hey hey
