Butterscotch was a salty, sweet delight

One of the wonderful things about being a reviewer for Adelaide Art Beat is that I get to see shows that I normally wouldn’t. And that’s not because these shows aren’t worthwhile or worthy, but because there just isn’t enough time to see everything.

That said, I am so glad I got to see Butterscotch. I took a friend who had never, ever been to a Fringe show (ever!) and this was the perfect venue and show to initiate a Fringe virgin.
La Bohéme, in case readers are unaware, is tucked away on Grote St. With its French theme and intimate, candle-lit, bistro/bar style setting, La Boheme is perfectly suited to cabaret.

Armed with gin martinis, extra dirty with four olives apiece, my friend and I settled in to watch the show. From the moment Emma Clair Wood walked through the audience to the stage, she captivated us with her mesmerising story of childhood, growing up, womanhood, travel and lost loves. Told in lyrical prose and song – in true cabaret style – it must be said that Emma has the voice of an angel.

There were funny chuckle-worthy moments, but no belly laughs. That’s to be expected, because the story is more tragedy than comedy. Finishing on a gorgeous, jazzy, sensual rendition of “Feeling good”, my friend and I walked out of Butterscotch feeling pretty damn good that we got to see such an enthralling show.