Weird, but good.
This place seems like something out of a David Lynch movie. Calling the decor tacky would be an understatement. The stage backdrop is cheap & shiny red plastic fringe that rustles from the fan breeze. Giant “artistic” nude paintings flank the stage. Fake paper torch lamps and cheap chandeliers are as close to class or branding as you’ll get here. The rest of the room looks like your grandfather’s basement from the 70’s.
The music was all over the place. Of course there was the usual sleaze rock like Buckcherry and Nickelback, but there was also a metalcore cover of Britney Spears, Sixpence None the Richer, shitty rap, and a song that the stripper announced was “The Gayest Country Song Ever”. There’s no DJ, so the dancers use their phones to connect to the Bluetooth speakers. The music stops between sets until a robotic “Connection Successful” breaks the silence.
Dancers began filing in at 5:30, which there was no cover at that time (Cover maxes out at $5, so it’s easily affordable). The first couple of dancers were on the thicker side and in their 30’s. Then an early 20’s chunker took the stage. She was a better dancer, but a little too big for me, and also too hungry for tips and Vegas bombs.
Speaking of liquor, the bar was your standard booze and domestic beers. Nothing fancy here, but it seemed like most patrons were skipping the draft and drinking bottles. I followed suit.
A lap dance is $20 per song. Not worth it in my opinion. It’s topless, but it’s completely out in the open, zero privacy. She guided me to the dilapidated Casting Couch love seat, and even in the darkness, I could see every rip and tear in the black faux-leather. I’ve driven past nicer furniture on side of the road.
As the night went on, a variety of dancers took the stage. Whether you like them young or old, curvy or petite, country girls or Suicide Girls, there’s something for everyone (but unfortunately just white chicks). Tats on tits, hula hoops, stretch marks, blondes, redheads, and plenty of shaved pussies. My favorite was Seven, a mature little spitfire and true professional on stage and at working the room.
Other things to note, they have plenty of gambling machines, a pool table, and an electric dartboard. The urinal in the bathroom is wide open, so use the toilet unless you don’t mind a guy washing his hands 2 feet from your dick.
Friendly place. Weird place. But good weird, I guess.