Reviews

I've lived in SF for a while, but I've found it hard to justify the trouble of making the trek down toward San Jose just to visit a club since I haven't had any other…

The Brass Rail is a Bay Area Tradition, my Uncle used to go there in the 70's when Evil Caneval would tear that place up. It has seen better days, but the girls are…

Not a review, sorry. The Brass Rail has been sold and is going to be torn down, along with the buildings next to it.
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I've been going there for years. Made friends with several of the…

Brass Rail is an easy place to spend a lot of money. To make your dollar last you've got to play it smart by finding someone who is not pushy and is open to contact.…

I was in San Jose and after reading all the Tuscler reviews, ended up here. These clubs have a complicated set of rules to follow related to alcohol, nudity, who can serve drinks and…

Ok so I knew it was only a bikini bar, but I still expected a little bending of the law. Even worse. If you have ever been to a biker clubhouse and there is a…

Ignore the last review. 'No rules' is very misleading.

This Bikini Bar has multiple bouncers, a chaperone watching the bathrooms.

I went there two nights in a row since I was there on business.

Ample parking.…

This isn't a strip club and it doesn't have rules. Only went because they have a free admission pass in the local Metro. By no rules I mean I saw everything go down. From shit…

Let me start by saying, my last visit to the Brass Rail was several years ago. The place was in much need of an overhaul back then. The interior seems like it hasn't changed, like…

Tuesday night was $2 beers so I decided to stop by at 7 pm. $10 cover after 6 pm. There were about 10 girls. most of them are very average looking. Around 8:30 pm couple…

Was travelling to the Bay Area for work and decided to stop in to the rail for lunch. I used to live in the bay area about 15 years ago and would frequent the 'rail'…

I went here way too often about 20 years ago, maybe twice/week. I would shoot some pool, tip the stage dancers, have a beer, and generally be a pathetic single middle aged guy. The dancers…