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The Jack Shack

We've all been either too busy or too lazy to write about our lunchtime adventures, but know this - we have had lunches - some were fabulous, others were sadly disappointing (Mali Thai) and at least one was down-right scandalous (Joey's). So to make up for the long absence, I'll thrill you with our adventure to:

Joeys (their apostrophe is missing, not mine)...

Even though I was warned, I had to see it for myself. Joey's is Cowboy Ugly and the Pussy Cat Dolls Lounge all rolled into one, great-big southend jack shack. To get the full effect, we sat in the bar where all the waitresses are 1. Former female strippers, 2. Current female strippers, and 3. Really know how to sex up an entree so you'll want to buy it.

At first, I was overcome with the smart, sleek interior design. I felt like I was at The Parker in Palm Springs. The architecture is open and modern, the colors hip, and the booths are sleek. I was so busy ogling the fabulous design that I didn't even see all the girls walking around in leather and lace (Chef - I swear it).

Which brings us to our waitress, we'll call her Paris.

Paris was wearing a black-laced boustia and a pair of skinny, black jeans. She was pretty in the sort of way that all girls working a pole are pretty - distractingly so. When I asked her about the difference between the appetizer fish tacos and the entree fish tacos, she told me that the entree has a lot of girth. As soon as she said it, you could see she regretted it. We weren't her usual type of customer - words like girth were not likely to increase her tip. J, B and I all tried like crazy not to burst out into laughter.

Speaking of girth... the majority of customers at Joey's are single, desperate-looking, cruisey and predatory men who sit at the bar, or alone in a booth - and S T A R E. It was creepy, but if you're the kind of guy (or gal) who is lonely for female attention - Joey's is for you. All the waitresses there are experts at making every lonely-looking customer in the place feel like she's just SO excited to see you!

But don't take it from me - go experience it yourself.

A note about those tacos: they were fan-dam-tastic! I highly recommend them.


Food: 5/5
Atmosphere: 3/5 (minus two for feeling like I was at a high-class Hooters)
Good-times: 5/5 (girth has become the new buzz-word around the office)




Comments

R. said…
i'm surprised there are no comments here...
Phantom Fox said…
Does Kim Chee have anything to say?
R. said…
Don't encourage her...
Anonymous said…
OMG you're cracking me up! I giggled so hard when reading this entry that the whole office made me read aloud!

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