CCR during daytime has decent lunchtime food and oh yeah, boobies with band aids on them. Beer and wine served, no hard liquor.
I was passing thru last Thursday afternoon, and was pleasantly surprised by the not-horrible quality of the dancers. Variety of Caucasian and WOC, big-chested and moderately endowed, young and MILF, light tattoos versus a few too many. The gals were not Olympic-level stripper pole vaulters but their bods were good enough. The girls pick songs from the jukebox and are thus their own DJs during the day. No touching (it says it everywhere in the freakin place), and there’s one stage in the main room and another in the glass-enclosed bar room that is for smokers and looked more sociable than the main room. That said, the Baja chicken was good, the girls come by for a handshake and a dirham after their two-song sets, and unless you ask, you’ll never know their names. In the old days they might do a squeeze or a peck on the cheek, but not now.
Oh well, more attractive staff than the Kabob Palace anyway, although the kabob place definitely edges CCR out on the food.
