“What do you call those kinds of restaurants? Titty bars?” I asked in between chews of barbeque beef brisket.
The Husband objected “Nooooooooooooo! Titty bars are strip clubs. Those are BREAST-aurants.”
Our lady dining companions’ jaws dropped to the floor with eyes as wide as saucers at our reckless banter on the subject matter of these clandestine places at a family restaurant in the middle of the weekend lunchtime rush. On the other hand, the boys were, well, boys, disappointed that they did not get the chance to visit and enjoy the sights at these fine establishments during their short stay in the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex.
Unlike our dining companions, The Husband, equally new to the state, was lucky enough to get an early introduction to these places by his bosom buddies (ehem pun intended) at work, a boys’ club who enjoy tinkering with tools and gadgets, bickering about history and politics (with trepidation), and, of course, ogling over beautiful, especially gifted, women, whether on cyberspace or on print or much so in real life. I don’t know about other wives, but I am one of those who take comfort in knowing where my husband goes and what he does there. So I think I was blessed enough to have married someone who was more than willing to take his wife to those testosterone-laden, “boys only” places, which we did…TWICE.
How was the food? Well, it was edible to somewhat decent with the usual sports bar food offerings like man-wiches, deep fried bar chow, barbeque and oodles of beer and other man juices (i.e. alcoholic beverages). But we weren’t in for the food, anyway!
Neon lights of Texas’ favorite teams: Dallas Cowboys (American football team), Texas Rangers (baseball team), Dallas Mavericks (basketball team), FC Dallas (soccer team), Dallas Stars (ice hockey team), and brews lighted the every wall, but these were not enough to blind my moderately conservative Asian eyes. Bosoms and bottoms were out there, peeking out in all the right places, in every color, size and shape imaginable. Throughout our meal I wondered whether they feel the chill while working inside an air-conditioned restaurant on a rainy day, more so during winter. Yikes. But the girls seemed not to mind at all. Comfortable in their skin (quite literally), they smiled, laughed, and chatted (more like playfully flirted) with every customer in the restaurant.
One girl was even kind enough to have her photo taken with The Husband. See how happy he was? These places are definitely a big boy’s Disneyland. Bwahahahahaha!
2501 S. Stemmons Freeway
Lewisville, TX 75067
3916 North Dallas Parkway
Plano, TX 75093
Delirious about delicious,