We met a group at Lisa's Turkish Kitchen for dinner. Not only was the food great, but so was the entertainment.
One of the dancers came up to me first to try to get me to join her. Since I'm six months pregnant, I said no without feeling like too much of a party pooper. She didn't have to ask my husband twice, though. He hopped up and really worked the floor. It was hilarious. All of the other guys shook their moneymakers, too. Eventually, I gave in and danced a little. The baby and the 20 extra pounds that comes with him made me less than agile, but it was still fun.
I highly recommend it. There's no way you can take the world seriously when belly dancing is involved.