Cafe Risque

I'm sitting at Cafe Risque feigning comfort and waiting for a cheeseburger. This is the place with the billboard that says "Topless! Topless!" ; Exit 70 on I-95, North Carolina. I finally made it. I've been seeing that sign every time I've been up or down 95 ever since I was a little boy. At that time, even the sight of the billboard was scandalous. Now I'm alone on this road for the first time. I'm in mid-migration to the north. I'm taking my time and stopping on a whim. I'd feel regret if I didn't finally see what this place is all about. Is it like Denny's with a topless waitress? The word 'cafe' makes me picture booth-style tables, florescent lights, and lots of coffee. Eerie... it couldn't be. In spite of my low level of comfort, I definitely went for it. It was obvious upon entry: just a strip club with no booze license, duh. Black lights, corny music, cigarette smoke, $8 cheeseburgers. I spent about an hour, and now I shall wonder no longer.