The lounge was a surprisingly comfortable place to hold a long conversation with a tablemate, bolstered by regular visits from our waitress to swap out plates and deliver drinks, interrupted here and there by the screech of skin sliding down a stainless-steel pole. As we paid our bill, a dancer in 8-inch heels and a thong crawled down the pole from the ceiling like a jaguar stalking a rabbit. It was the most impressive display, culinary or athletic, I'd witnessed all evening.

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cedarglen
cedarglen

I don't think so - and not even maybe. Is this a late April Fool's Day Post? And if they want that 'earthy' aroma from their 28-day dry agegd steaks, the 'funky, earthy' aging facilities are already on the timme clock. I'm not going there, literally or figuratively. If your waiter had any skill at all (or personal pride) he would not be working there. This IS a joke, right?

Eric
Eric

Just because you obviously have something against strip clubs, doesn't mean that it's a joke. Try to be objective, rather than judgmental. If you can manage it.

cedarglen
cedarglen

Nothing agains strip clubs - not at all. I just can't consider them in the same breath as "Good Food." (Are we outed here, bro?

 
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