ICYMI: Life When Your Wife Makes All the Money, Checking in With Mike Hunt and the Tasty World of Strip-Club Buffets
Years ago, when I used to live in San Francisco, a co-worker once asked me to grab lunch with him. When the discussion landed on where we were going to eat, he said, “I know a place with an incredible buffet, and it’s cheap, too.” I, being 22 and poor, was like, “Sign me up!” What I didn’t expect was that the lunch buffet was in a strip club. And today I find it atop this list of best strip-club buffets Zagats wouldn’t touch with a 10-foot pole.
Because there’s nothing like gorging yourself on some tasty chicken tenders while fending off advances from the ladies working the Tuesday noon shift.
Sink your teeth into that story and everything else, below.
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Where once the joke was an increasingly cavernous vag, in its place are men and their shriveling dongs, and all I can say is go get us, ladies. And they are—men and their shrunken dicks has reached full-on meme status on Twitter. Miles Klee emailed one of the originators of the tweets to get her thoughts on what humor can do to change—or invert—these frustrating conversations.
No, You Cannot Flush a Bat Down the Toilet
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So far, so good.
However, in doing his due diligence, Lecklitner asked, “What other kinds of things do people erroneously flush down the toilet?” And that’s when the story changed. Our plumber gave him quite the laundry list of crap us doofuses think is “flushable.” Here’s a taste:
- Dead bats
- Live cats
- Live snakes
- Hammers
- Ice picks
- Cell phones
- iPods
- Alarm clocks
- Bath towels
- Batteries
- Door knobs
- Hummingbird feeders
- Kitchen knives
Obviously, now the story is about everything you can’t flush down the john. Because who cares about contact lenses when you compare it to all the other shit we’re dumping.
Come for the Food, Stay for the Girls
You wouldn’t think a strip club would have good food, but you’d be wrong. I’m not saying they’re all three-star Michelin fine-dining extravaganzas. But for the all-vegan menus, lumberjack breakfasts and surprisingly good chicken piccatas on this list of bangin’ strip-club buffets, you wouldn’t be missing anything if you went for the meal and never once laid eyes on a dancer.
Speaking of Lunch…
It saddened us to learn that Subway (Eat Fresh®) has announced the winding-down of its $5 footlong, their most successful promotion ever. Miles Klee wrote this ode the $5 footlong, and all the ways Subway has convinced us to eat low-grade cold cuts on a giant loaf of honey oat bread. Au revoir, $5 footlong, and thanks for that annoying-ass jingle.
Jeff Gross is MEL’s social media editor.
