Bye Bye Cafe Risque
I noticed over in the comments on Balloon-Juice that the national media had picked up on this story. I just had to laugh.
My place of employment is about 200 yards from the Cafe Risque and it has certainly been considered a thorn in the side of the community for years.
The guy who bought the land and set it up originally did it on false pretenses. He had told the city manager and commissioners that he was going to put in a restaurant called “Skeeters Big Biscuits”. As soon as he got the go ahead he turned it into a place where the girls who bring you your chicken strips and french fries do not have a shirt on.
A friend of mine, commenting on the caliber of waitresses that worked there, told me that they should have called it “Skeeter Bit Biscuits”.
But the war that started the day the place opened for business never let up until the city purchased the place through a third party and had a ceremonial sign burning when the deal went through. Now we can get back to the business of being family friendly I guess. I never went into the place. I don’t like distractions when I am trying to eat. But if you sit a topless woman next to a plate containing hamburger steak, gravy and mashed potatoes I am going to go with the hamburger steak, gravy and mashed potatoes every time.
I just could not believe that the story made it into the Chicago Tribune and the New York Times.
Fame is fleeting.
Eh, I think both of them are probably bad for you.