It's a DETROIT thing.

[oblong]

For similar vibes just follow local weather ether or traffic “girls” on social media and see all the gray goatee creeps tell them how beautiful they all are. 

[CMRivdogs]

5 hours ago, ewsieg said:

To be fair (watch out for old man rant), these kids don't wear that much in everyday life as it is.

I think they had some in MIchigan, maybe they still do.  Twin Peaks is (i'm pretty sure) still around in Madison Heights and the food is( or at least was) really good.  Last time I was there was probably pre-covid, buddy was in town for work at a hotel next door so he just asked me to meet there.  I had no qualms about going, good scenery and good food, I'm in.  I didn't realize I had gotten old though and spent most of the time watching how embarrassing most of the other guys were with the staff and that began to assume the staff was probably looking at us the same way.

There was one on Haggerty near 6 Mile in Novi. Never ate there but we'd drive past a lot. 

[Mr.TaterSalad]

We do our yearly fantasy football draft at Twin Peaks in Livonia (Haggerty and 6 that CMR was referencing). They actually have surprisingly good food. I think they are a solid step up from an Applebees, Chilis, Friday's type of restauraunt. No, they aren't Joe Muers, Selden Standard, or Grey Ghost, but they have good food at Twin Peaks.

[Sports_Freak]

On 3/19/2026 at 3:25 PM, romad1 said:

Sounds gross now especially since those girls could be our daughters.  

QFT.  

 

Uhhhhh...granddaughters? I'm an old cuss....haven't been to one of those type of establishments in close to 20 years.

[chasfh]

Last time I went to one of those places, I was living in Warren in the early 90s and had a boarder living at my house, a guy who worked in my industry. He talked me into going to this place on Mound Road just south of 12 Mile. I was not comfortable being there at all, and the turning point was when this young woman sidled up to our table uninvited and started doing this dance to a song that had the phrase “gang bang” in the chorus, which she leaned over and shouted to us whenever it came up. All I could do was stare at the table top to avoid making eye contact with her, hoping it would be over anytime soon, but it seemed to go on forever.

Just as I was about to hide under the table, my buddy gestures me over and shout-whispers to me, “you gotta tip her now.” So I pulled out five bucks and handed it to her, but she wouldn’t take it in her hand—I was supposed to tuck it into her panty bottoms. I did, turning eight shades of red, and then told me buddy I wasn’t feeling well so we should go. He was not happy, and in fact, that moment changed the tenor of our relationship for good. I left Detroit for good a few months later, sold the house while he ran out the string there, and we never talked again, even though he was in my industry.