You’ve probably heard of a progressive dinner , a supper club , and/or a pub crawl , but in my neighborhood we now have our own version of a combination of all three: the Suppacrawl. A few months back, during what I am sure was a riveting conversation at our neighborhood book club, remarks were made that a few of us grew up using the word supper instead of dinner . No doubt owing to my tendency to slip into a Boston accent when chatting casually, particularly over a glass of wine, we laughed at my memories of the evening peals that rang out “ Suppah! ” all over my neighborhood. In a fit of good cheer inspired by the camaraderie of my smart and sassy book club neighbors, I suggested that it might be fun to invite the husbands and wander from house to house for a little bit of dinner and drink. A wee wassailing, if you will. Seriously, I don’t know what came over me. While I love these neighbors, short of short-order cook, bartender, or in-house responsible adult, I don’t...