Latin Heat

Curves is on a busy road just off Interstate 10 and not far from the U of A campus. When I parked behind the building a dude in a tuxedo shirt came out to my car and I assumed he was going to charge me to park, but he just welcomed me and walked me in to take my $5 cover, wand me for weapons and then escort me to a table. A little odd, but whatever.

The waitresses were uniformly hot. Hotter than many of the dancers. I liked that my waitress sat down with me, I saw others doing it too. My 12 oz microbrew was $7.