Eat Fish At CJ's And Dance Naked

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I pass this restaurant every day on my way to and from work. I notice it because of the name.

Right next to the restaurant is a strip club. I notice it because of the colorful neon sign. If you think the outside is a little tacky, you should see the inside. Just kidding. The inside actually isn't too bad.


Comments

Kel said…
Ok -- I'm curious now.. what IS amateur night at the strip club? Is that where you learn to unbutton/unzip?

I wonder if they bring in hecklers....
September 18, 2009 at 6:02 AM
lesbo said…
so.. you performing on the 23rd?
September 18, 2009 at 11:11 AM
Anonymous said…
Lesbo, the 23rd is amateur night, sigh.
September 18, 2009 at 12:50 PM
Anonymous said…
I've been in both those places. Both smell like fish. (slap my hand)
September 18, 2009 at 8:34 PM
Martini Cartwheels said…
I'm not quite sure how that works Kel. I think it could be interesting though....

LOL Lesbo. No, because like Jude said, it's amateur night. LOL just picturing myself on that pole.

That's funny Jude!

Chewy, Chewy, Chewy. I was wondering who would be the first to make that connection. Too funny (slapping your hand).
September 19, 2009 at 9:43 AM
Anonymous said…
Ouch!
September 19, 2009 at 5:53 PM
otter said…
Wow, the 23rd was my birthday and I missed the show!
October 8, 2009 at 2:53 PM
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