How about Cowgirls Espresso in the Seattle area. My wife and I were headed to the antique stores one Sunday and needed coffee. We couldn’t find any starbucks but there was this espresso stand so we drove up. We had no idea.
Man, was that awkward.
My wife and I arrived, by car, to the outskirts of Quebec starving. Fortunately for me, it was she who pointed out what was called a cafe with signs indicating burgers and ribs etc. We got to the door before I spotted the stage, in use, and several near naked girls waiting to go on.
My wife decided maybe McDonalds would do for lunch.