I showed up on a Tuesday...

I showed up on a Tuesday night. IIn order to get into the club, the doorman wanted to scan my ID. I refused. I told him he could look at my ID to judge that I'm (way) over 21, but that I didn't feel comfortable with the club having a scan of my ID, and that I didn't want to be in their database. The pinhead was too low level to make that call on his own. So he called a manager. The manager let me right in.

I paid my 10 dollar cover. (It's probably much more on a weekend, but I was going in for dinner).

They seated me in the center, with a nice view of the stage. The doorman had said that the chef was Michelin rated, whatever that counts for. Taking no chances, I ordered a hamburger because it was on special at $10, down from $16. I also ordered a salad. The waitress made me pay before the food arrived, which was totally goofy. I asked if she could hand me the bill afterwards, and she said she'd have to check with the manager. She seemed to be trying to get me to give her a credit card to open a tab. Not wanting some girl to sit down next to me and order an overpriced drink on my account, I just paid the damn bill.