I've driven by Daddy Macs several times, and wondered what it was about. Last night, it was late, I was hungry, and decided to stop in.\n\nI walked in the door, seated myself (there didn't seem to be any waitstaff around), and discovered that it was \""Comedy\"" night - though I use the term \""comedy\"" very loosely.  \n\nThe \""entertainers\"" consisted of young African-American men, yelling \""Niggah\"" \""Sh*t\"" and various other profanities as loud and as often as they could.\n\nNow, I'm no prude. I get *shock* comedy. But this was just loud and juvenile. The biggest laugh came when he screamed,\n\""Hey ladies, if you've got a clean p**sy, lemme hear ya yell!\""\n\nNobody yelled, and that silence got a laugh.\nWhen the silence is funnier than the comic, you know you're in trouble.\n\nMeanwhile, nobody comes to take an order, and I notice that none of the other tables have food. I guess I could have gone up to the bar to see if they were serving food, [at a restaurant?!] but I was beginning to feel like I wasn't going to be there long enough to enjoy it anyway.\n\nAfter the requisite gay, ghetto, and prostitute jokes -  the third \""entertainer\"" came on, and started in on a White couple in the front, with \""Hey! You White folks.... you know all about the KKK, right?\"" I thought,\n\n\""That's my cue. I'm outta here.\""\n\nAll in all, I was probably there for a half-hour.\nI never saw a waiter. I never had a drink or food.\nThe \""entertainment\"" ranged from dull to offensive.\n\nNeedless to say, I now know everything I need to know about Daddy Macs. I won't be back.