There's a place just outside D.C. (in Crystal City) called the Crystal City Restaurant. It's a strip club. I've always assumed the name was purely to provide cover for its patrons.
"Where are you going with the boys, sweetie?"
"Oh, we'll probably just pop down to the Crystal City Restaurant again, grab a bite..."
Meanwhile my local strip joint is called The Basement, really setting expectations there.
The wonderful thing about that place is that it doesn't look like a strip club, The way it's done out it looks like a up market hipster bar. I know that because I thought it was a hipster bar for a long time and went in. Bit awkward that one.
We talkin' Orange county CA or FL, cause I know jack from shit about Florida but that certainly sounds like some Orange county California shit (though it'd be more fitting in Highland or San Bernardino).
My old job the accountant wrench was convinced I was stealing money with every expense report. So I made a point to buy normal food from liquor stores, complete with non-itemized receipts. I enjoyed submitting those.
Hey I remember that place. A friend of mine took me there when I was visiting. They went to, erm, University of... Maryland... University. College. Yeah, that's it