So Scott and I went to El Tarasco, with Sweatone. He acted up (Sweatone not Scott). Badly. He threw silverware. Very surreal. To keep him quiet, we started drawing tattoos on him. The whole time, there was mexican karaoke going on. So after I paid, I sat him on the floor so he could dance. He started doing an amazing strip tease and within twenty seconds was down to his diaper, and was tugging on that. The people next to us had a very quiet baby. They said "Whoa a stripper". I thought they were talking about me. It turns out that at least one person in the group owns Nitty Gritty.
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Thanks evil randar: http://www.demonbaby.com/blog/2005/08/curiosities-from-japans-porno-shops.html