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Monday, June 26, 2021

Wait a minute. I just spent a four-day weekend in Tampa, and I didn’t check out the recently-opened Maxim Men’s Club and Steakhouse, featuring seared beef and bikinied bimbos?

Oh, I should calm down. This ain’t “Maxim”, as in the lad mag. It’s actually “Maxxim”. Which means this is just a run-of-the-mill gimmicky girlie club, hoping to persuade clientele who wouldn’t normally patronize the plethora of all-nude joints on Dale Mabry. The crucial technicality is the use of nipple pasties: “But honey, they weren’t actually nude!” (I’m sure that flies well with the wives…)

Still, that name, along with the nature of the not-really-nude tease-like girlie dancer entertainment, certainly is meant to mislead fans of the magazine to stop by. If Hillsborough County can’t shut the place down, then perhaps Maxim parent Dennis Publishing would be interested in the unauthorized brand dilution going on here.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 06/26/2006 11:46:02 PM
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I managed to pick up a rare find while in Florida: Legal Cuban cigars.

No such thing? That’s what I thought too. But according to the display at Central Cigars in St. Pete, these were part of a forty-something-year-old stash owned by an auction house that went bankrupt. And so the stogies ended up for sale, where I stumbled upon them late Saturday night.

There were several varieties available, but I went for the Belicoso Breve. No special reason — mainly because there were only three of those left, and I knew I’d distribute them to my friends Tom and Kirby. And so I did, leaving one cigar for me here in New York.

I’ll have to find the right occasion for lighting this one up. It’s been a long while since I had a quality smoke.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 06/26/2006 11:11:58 PM
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