What do you name your ritzy, downtown steak restaurant to get the maximum number of people to abandon any notion of former plans and come in? Answer: Striphouse.
This upscale dining venue grabs the “sex sells” slogan by the balls and runs off with the goods. To belabor the point, I am a staunch vegetarian and have been fascinated by this place which, in truth, provides no meat of the non-animal variety. I am torn between lauding this clever marketing ploy and shunning their blatant chauvinism. Their chutzpah may overreach its bounds by displaying a website logo with mudflap girls, turning a classy pun into a sleazy ploy. However, I do admire the sheer gall. When passing by with friends, an unbridled snort of laughter often escapes from our collegiate noses.