Strip Club Rib Joint Dwarf Lust
By my work, there's a strip club which, from all of the comments I've heard, is a pretty mediocre place at that. My bus lets me off there and I walk the rest of the way to work, and I remember for about a year, there was a limo parked in the front of the club in an apparent attempt to give it a "classy" feel. Of course, when it starts to rust and someone steals the tires, it doesn't exactly provide the "classy" feel and more of the "kla$$y" variety. Advertising that they had open auditions and would train you how to pole-dance probably hasn't helped matters.
So imagine my surprise when, on my usual walk to work, I see a giant sign in the window that said, "COMING SOON! GRANDPA JOHN'S BBQ" Wow, Grandpa John's a pervert. And apparently not terribly picky.
So the restaurant opened last week and, to my coworker's suggestion, I tried it out. It turns out that the restaurant is completely partitioned off from the strip club -- amusingly enough, though, the partitioning wall has a picture of a church and a huge sign that says "faith" and, on the side, you can still hear the familiar strip club "nnn-CHHHH nnn-CHHHH nnn-CHHHH" very clearly.
The food wasn't bad at all, but what I enjoyed? My cashier was an adorable bearish long-goateed dwarf. Seriously, he couldn't have been taller than 4'3", and when he asked me what I'd like, my immediate thought was: "I'd LIKE to flip you over my shoulder, walk off with you, and have my way with you. Can we do that?"
I'm contemplating another trip, to try a few other dishes, but let me be honest: I would LOVE to see the little hottie again. Oh, what a dirty one-track mind I have ... it is always food and sex with me?
So imagine my surprise when, on my usual walk to work, I see a giant sign in the window that said, "COMING SOON! GRANDPA JOHN'S BBQ" Wow, Grandpa John's a pervert. And apparently not terribly picky.
So the restaurant opened last week and, to my coworker's suggestion, I tried it out. It turns out that the restaurant is completely partitioned off from the strip club -- amusingly enough, though, the partitioning wall has a picture of a church and a huge sign that says "faith" and, on the side, you can still hear the familiar strip club "nnn-CHHHH nnn-CHHHH nnn-CHHHH" very clearly.
The food wasn't bad at all, but what I enjoyed? My cashier was an adorable bearish long-goateed dwarf. Seriously, he couldn't have been taller than 4'3", and when he asked me what I'd like, my immediate thought was: "I'd LIKE to flip you over my shoulder, walk off with you, and have my way with you. Can we do that?"
I'm contemplating another trip, to try a few other dishes, but let me be honest: I would LOVE to see the little hottie again. Oh, what a dirty one-track mind I have ... it is always food and sex with me?