THE WEEKNIGHTER "Come on Stuart. Titties and fried chicken. How can you, of all people, say no?"
They were cajoling me via Twitter. There's probably some hip slang for that, twijoling maybe, but I don't know what it is. Regardless, Mik, Ed, Dottie, and Cait were really giving it to me. And of course I caved. Willpower isn't one of my powers. Plus, Mik was visiting from New York and I'd been meaning to go for so long anyway.Read more »
Last night's opening of North Beach's brand spanking new Penthouse Club and Steakhouse (formerly Show Girls, before that Boy Toys) was glittery enough and did have a two-story pole for the women to play on, but – and I will only say this once – ladies, when you are being introduced onstage in the first moments of a strip club officially being open and you are next to a two-story stripper's pole, and you are a stripper, you better get up there and show the crowd what they're going to be getting for its rumpled, sweaty single bills. Read more »