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| - I've driven by Daddy Macs several times, and wondered what it was about. Last night, it was late, I was hungry, and decided to stop in.
I walked in the door, seated myself (there didn't seem to be any waitstaff around), and discovered that it was "Comedy" night - though I use the term "comedy" very loosely.
The "entertainers" consisted of young African-American men, yelling "Niggah" "Sh*t" and various other profanities as loud and as often as they could.
Now, I'm no prude. I get *shock* comedy. But this was just loud and juvenile. The biggest laugh came when he screamed,
"Hey ladies, if you've got a clean p**sy, lemme hear ya yell!"
Nobody yelled, and that silence got a laugh.
When the silence is funnier than the comic, you know you're in trouble.
Meanwhile, nobody comes to take an order, and I notice that none of the other tables have food. I guess I could have gone up to the bar to see if they were serving food, [at a restaurant?!] but I was beginning to feel like I wasn't going to be there long enough to enjoy it anyway.
After the requisite gay, ghetto, and prostitute jokes - the third "entertainer" came on, and started in on a White couple in the front, with "Hey! You White folks.... you know all about the KKK, right?" I thought,
"That's my cue. I'm outta here."
All in all, I was probably there for a half-hour.
I never saw a waiter. I never had a drink or food.
The "entertainment" ranged from dull to offensive.
Needless to say, I now know everything I need to know about Daddy Macs. I won't be back.
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