A nude waitress stood before me. It was 7:30 a.m.

"What can I do you for, sweetheart?" she posed, head cocked.

I wasn't her typical customer. She wasn't my typical subject. I gulped hard and lifted my eyes back to hers, meeting that solid stare bearing down upon me. She smiled that wry smile of those who harbor a big, luscious secret in return.

Image of Cafe Risque

Couples Welcome -- A Café Risqué dancer gazes down upon her hungry clientele. The strip club is known for its food as well as its scenery. (Photo by Jeremiah Stanley.)

Here I was sitting in the "world famous" Café Risqué, of my own free will, waited upon by an aging woman wearing pigtails, banged-up sneakers and a curious curl on her lips - that's it. I ordered the $5.25 hot chocolate.

All in the pursuit of journalism.

This story detailed Café Risqué's sagging tips, lap dances and customers resulting from soaring diesel prices. About 90 percent of the strip club's customers sit in the driver's seat of an 18-wheeler, you know.

It was a lesson in exploration, alright. Being my first time in a strip club - a fully nude one at that - this story deserves a page of it's own.