You Can Can Can If You Want To…
…you can leave your friends behind, because—oh, nevermind.
I’ve been falling down on my cruise director duties the last two days because I’ve been out of town in Portland—that great city of pistachio macaroons and go-go dancers. It’s pretty much impossible to see good (male) go-go dancers in Seattle, though I did recently see a sexy dude decked as a cat dancing with the ladies at Can Can. It’s a restaurant with Moulin Rouge-style whimsy and while-you-eat dancing. Bethany Jean Clement writes in today’s Suggest:
(NIGHTLIFE) Recent entertainment at Can Can has included old-time string band the Tallboys (with a percussion section of a winsome young lady tap-dancing on a tiny plank floor) and the retro-apocryphal sounds of the Bad Things (featuring a surly dwarf beating a tambourine, drinking a beer, and intoning prose poetry). Tonight, the in-house dancers (bosomy, wearing frilly underwear) perform during the dinner hour; later, the Heavenly Spies (“espionage-Ã -trois” burlesque) take the stage. (Can Can, 94 Pike St, 652-0832. Free/all-ages before 10 pm, $10 after in show room, bar is free.)
Now please enjoy this random photo of people doing the can can as roosters: