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| - I am a rare breed. It isn't often that someone can review a strip club, not for the quality of their women, but for the quality of their food. Yes, that's right, my name is Neil and I have EATEN at a strip club (hey, I warned you all I was a dumpster diver).
This dates back a number of years to my college days at Ryerson. Upon suggestion of a filthy Polish friend, we decided to venture to the Z for a little bit of somethin' somethin' before our next class. Seeing as how we were both hungry, the only logical thing to do (it seemed logical at the time) was to kill two birds with one stone by eating at 'the rips'.
We both opted for a standard burger and fries; both tasted store bought. It was probably something they picked up at Costco or M&M Meats. But hey, we're at the rippers, food isn't exactly their specialty so not sure why I am complaining.
Overall, I gotta give 2 stars for the food, 3 stars for the entertainment (thank you Svetlana).
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