You ever hear of Hooters? Sure you have. Sports bar with those waitresses.
They have some competition. The Tilted Kilt has quite a few branches but the closest one for the Dimms was over in Thousand Oaks.
Sports Bar. Those waitresses albeit with a little too much ink for our tastes but fun personalities.
Our only complaint was the spiciest sauce for the chicken wings wasn't spicy enough. Needs more heat.
We looks forward to their newest branch opening in Northridge.
Morley here: Hard to drink out in Thousand Oaks when you know you have a ways to go back on the 101. Northridge needs to hurry up and open. I would think XXX will be much happier to grab a bite on the way home!!
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Back in L.A.
Morley and I were back in L.A. after a long hiatus. Friday night and bored shitless, what to do?
We decided to visit a sports bar, have a beer and watch whatever games were on so, thumbing through the latest LA Weekly, we saw an ad for Dames and Games (part of Spearmint Rhino), a topless sports bar over on Raymer.
Raymer? That sounded very familiar. The old "Bob's Classy Lady" place?!? We had to check it out as, courtesy of the LA Weekly, we had free admission coupons.
We get there and, sure enough, it's the old Bob's Classy Lady. Bust out the coupons, go in...
and walk right out.
Yes, there were sports on TV, pretty much all the same baseball game.
Topless waitresses? Not a one in site. Add in a pole dancer not topless either and we felt very disappointed as in bait-and-switch disappointed. Adios.
But now what? We looked at each other and knew where we would end up.
Back to Deja Vu in North Hollywood. It had been, what?, 7 years or so since we last sullied their space with our presence. How much has it changed? We figured none of the dancer or waitress legends - Never Tame, Lyndsay, Hennessey, Maria - we knew from 7 years would be there so it would be interesting.
We paid our $20 admission and sat at our usual table, off center and back a row. It's a bit after 9 PM and the place is slowly filling up. We see 2 waitresses, neither in the classic uniforms from years ago. One waitress, a tall blonde was very friendly and had a very viewable rear. Sorry, don't know how else to say it.
Eventually a dancer came over to chat. Her name was Charms. Charms, Charms, Charms? That sounded really familiar. She said that yes she had been with DJV back in the day and, yes, she remembered and was still friends with Hennessey. She remembered Schwinn, and Never Tame, the latter with an added "Ohmigod!" but she didn't elaborate. After a bit more chitchat she left.
A shout-out to Manager Mike for the Save. During a rollcall one dancer who was clearly and severely inebriated (fucking drunk) asked me if I was interested in a lapdance to which I refused. She would not leave and kept asking, begging, whining before Mike came over to pull her away. Morley was asked by a girl who obviously had smoked a pack or two beforehand. That huge bowl of mints by the door is there for a reason.
The dancers were, for the most part, forgettable and that applied to the entire evening, except for one dancer which left us in shock. During the first roll call Morley leaned forward, squinted, and asked " Les, is that, the one on the left, is that Trainwreck?" I looked. Shit, the same vacuous stare...maybe? Watch, Morley said, if it's her she won't get fully nude. We watched with gritted teeth and, sure enough, the bikini bottom stayed on. In 7 years her dancing abilities had not changed, certainly not improved, one iota. Amazing really, a dancer so lackluster and yet there she was still swaying at DJV.
Change of topic.
Years ago we wrote that the real reason to visit DJV were the waitresses. It held then and, after a shift change, we were relieved to see it held now. One waitress - Stephanie - wow, WOW! She could dance and looked spectacular dancing. She had a sweet face and a sweeter personality. We stayed long enough to watch her dance twice before "thanking her" with a decent tip and leaving. Stephanie salvaged what was a potentially dismal evening. The only improvement we could suggest would be for her to learn to talk more, to connect more, with customers.
Morley here: Within the Dimmbros organization, I am known as the elder brother. I am also known as the quiet, inquisitive, all knowing, logical and least embarrassing one. Well, that may not be true anymore. Lester is quite a writer and, as usual, has done an amazing job of describing the true and actual events of the evening. What I would like to add concerns temporary probationary brother XXX. His identity cannot be revealed until he makes it regular status within the organization. XXX is the kind of guy you enjoy going out with as he truly gets excited, okay maybe overly excited, when he gets to spend time out with the boys. XXX has a special type of woman that lights his fire, revs his engine, wakes up his loins - you get the idea - and that is a short Hispanic woman of correct proportions. Well XXX, you better get permission to stay out an extra 15 minutes because you MUST see at least 2 dance sessions with Stephanie. ENOUGH SAID
Morley out
We decided to visit a sports bar, have a beer and watch whatever games were on so, thumbing through the latest LA Weekly, we saw an ad for Dames and Games (part of Spearmint Rhino), a topless sports bar over on Raymer.
Raymer? That sounded very familiar. The old "Bob's Classy Lady" place?!? We had to check it out as, courtesy of the LA Weekly, we had free admission coupons.
We get there and, sure enough, it's the old Bob's Classy Lady. Bust out the coupons, go in...
and walk right out.
Yes, there were sports on TV, pretty much all the same baseball game.
Topless waitresses? Not a one in site. Add in a pole dancer not topless either and we felt very disappointed as in bait-and-switch disappointed. Adios.
But now what? We looked at each other and knew where we would end up.
Back to Deja Vu in North Hollywood. It had been, what?, 7 years or so since we last sullied their space with our presence. How much has it changed? We figured none of the dancer or waitress legends - Never Tame, Lyndsay, Hennessey, Maria - we knew from 7 years would be there so it would be interesting.
We paid our $20 admission and sat at our usual table, off center and back a row. It's a bit after 9 PM and the place is slowly filling up. We see 2 waitresses, neither in the classic uniforms from years ago. One waitress, a tall blonde was very friendly and had a very viewable rear. Sorry, don't know how else to say it.
Eventually a dancer came over to chat. Her name was Charms. Charms, Charms, Charms? That sounded really familiar. She said that yes she had been with DJV back in the day and, yes, she remembered and was still friends with Hennessey. She remembered Schwinn, and Never Tame, the latter with an added "Ohmigod!" but she didn't elaborate. After a bit more chitchat she left.
A shout-out to Manager Mike for the Save. During a rollcall one dancer who was clearly and severely inebriated (fucking drunk) asked me if I was interested in a lapdance to which I refused. She would not leave and kept asking, begging, whining before Mike came over to pull her away. Morley was asked by a girl who obviously had smoked a pack or two beforehand. That huge bowl of mints by the door is there for a reason.
The dancers were, for the most part, forgettable and that applied to the entire evening, except for one dancer which left us in shock. During the first roll call Morley leaned forward, squinted, and asked " Les, is that, the one on the left, is that Trainwreck?" I looked. Shit, the same vacuous stare...maybe? Watch, Morley said, if it's her she won't get fully nude. We watched with gritted teeth and, sure enough, the bikini bottom stayed on. In 7 years her dancing abilities had not changed, certainly not improved, one iota. Amazing really, a dancer so lackluster and yet there she was still swaying at DJV.
Change of topic.
Years ago we wrote that the real reason to visit DJV were the waitresses. It held then and, after a shift change, we were relieved to see it held now. One waitress - Stephanie - wow, WOW! She could dance and looked spectacular dancing. She had a sweet face and a sweeter personality. We stayed long enough to watch her dance twice before "thanking her" with a decent tip and leaving. Stephanie salvaged what was a potentially dismal evening. The only improvement we could suggest would be for her to learn to talk more, to connect more, with customers.
Morley here: Within the Dimmbros organization, I am known as the elder brother. I am also known as the quiet, inquisitive, all knowing, logical and least embarrassing one. Well, that may not be true anymore. Lester is quite a writer and, as usual, has done an amazing job of describing the true and actual events of the evening. What I would like to add concerns temporary probationary brother XXX. His identity cannot be revealed until he makes it regular status within the organization. XXX is the kind of guy you enjoy going out with as he truly gets excited, okay maybe overly excited, when he gets to spend time out with the boys. XXX has a special type of woman that lights his fire, revs his engine, wakes up his loins - you get the idea - and that is a short Hispanic woman of correct proportions. Well XXX, you better get permission to stay out an extra 15 minutes because you MUST see at least 2 dance sessions with Stephanie. ENOUGH SAID
Morley out
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