How can you make sure a Ten PM party doesn't last past 10:06?
Serve them this.
Somehow, creamed lobster in creamy lobster sauce (with cream) doesn’t go well with a bellyful of booze - particularly if the Stags have been hitting the bourbon, and the Gals have been knocking back sherry-soup for the last hour. This is a dish whose hue and unrelenting chunkiness prompts a rash of coat-gathering, pale faces, and muttered apologies. My, look at the time. Of course, Bob will try this, but Bob’s the one who always stays after everyone’s gone, and you know what? I don’t care if he is the boss’s brother, if he heaves in the shrubs one more time he’s no longer welcome.
At least not after 10 PM.