Okay, it would be like a French zinc bar, with the narcissism and gleaming lights of a chain gym, coupled with special rooms that resembled jail cells for "distinguished clientele."

Plus, you know - nachos and shit.

There's a Tupperware-style party every Tuesday night for the ladies.

If people want to go up to the special rooms, and are unimaginative, their bored 20something waitress sits off on the side with earpieces for both saying "Now tell him you won't _______ until he says ______ loud enough to hear downstairs."

I would like to either design, operate, or even volunteer my own services as the mechanical bull.

Cameras and other electronic devices are held safely at the door. Discretion is the better part of valour etc. You can get special service to be picked up at a random private location in a random unmarked car. All customers need ID proofs, nobody goes upstairs without medical records on file. When LT and I go in, we go in proper :)

Is that because of your 'bullish' nature, Hugh Janus? (ba dom chink!)

Trying to imagine the IRC universe where this would pop up naturally in the conversation...