There’s a place just outside D.C. (in Crystal City) called the Crystal City Restaurant. It’s a strip club. I’ve always assumed the name was purely to provide cover for its patrons.
“Where are you going with the boys, sweetie?”
“Oh, we’ll probably just pop down to the Crystal City Restaurant again, grab a bite…”
Meanwhile my local strip joint is called The Basement, really setting expectations there.
The wonderful thing about that place is that it doesn’t look like a strip club, The way it’s done out it looks like a up market hipster bar. I know that because I thought it was a hipster bar for a long time and went in. Bit awkward that one.
We talkin’ Orange county CA or FL, cause I know jack from shit about Florida but that certainly sounds like some Orange county California shit (though it’d be more fitting in Highland or San Bernardino).
My old job the accountant wrench was convinced I was stealing money with every expense report. So I made a point to buy normal food from liquor stores, complete with non-itemized receipts. I enjoyed submitting those.
Hey I remember that place. A friend of mine took me there when I was visiting. They went to, erm, University of… Maryland… University. College. Yeah, that’s it
There’s a place just outside D.C. (in Crystal City) called the Crystal City Restaurant. It’s a strip club. I’ve always assumed the name was purely to provide cover for its patrons.
“Where are you going with the boys, sweetie?”
“Oh, we’ll probably just pop down to the Crystal City Restaurant again, grab a bite…”
There used to be a strip club in Orange County called “The Library”. Always made me laugh when we drive by the billboard
“Got a big test coming up, I’ll be at the library with my phone off”
The college I went to had a bar right off campus called The Library, named for similar reasons.
Meanwhile my local strip joint is called The Basement, really setting expectations there.
The wonderful thing about that place is that it doesn’t look like a strip club, The way it’s done out it looks like a up market hipster bar. I know that because I thought it was a hipster bar for a long time and went in. Bit awkward that one.
I can top that, lol. My local strip joint is called The Outhouse. It’s a small cinderblock building next to a corn field.
there was a pub where I grew up named The Office
We talkin’ Orange county CA or FL, cause I know jack from shit about Florida but that certainly sounds like some Orange county California shit (though it’d be more fitting in Highland or San Bernardino).
“CHURCH (it’s a bar!)”
Went to a strip club once to eat a poutine with a colleague and of course when I got my credit card bill, the strip club had a very restaurant name.
My old job the accountant wrench was convinced I was stealing money with every expense report. So I made a point to buy normal food from liquor stores, complete with non-itemized receipts. I enjoyed submitting those.
Hey I remember that place. A friend of mine took me there when I was visiting. They went to, erm, University of… Maryland… University. College. Yeah, that’s it