I feel bad about writing this...

I feel bad about writing this about my last visit to Schieks, but I have to: There was nothing remarkable about it.

As was the case in 2008, I appreciate Schieks most because it’s the only stripclub open Thanksgiving night. However, there apparently were very few people who, like me, have no family to visit, so I felt we were all scrutinized – not just by the strippers looking for someone to get hustled, but by the bouncers, who I think outnumbered us and looked like they were looking for some ass to kick for an infraction as simple as brushing up against a girl’s arm. This place is what it is, and no, I don’t have to go, but for a guy lonely on one of the big holidays, I could use a little more physical intimacy.

The club still remains one of the highest-class in the Twin Cities, with its full bar. And the girls, for the most part, are on the attractive side. But any pie-in-the-sky hopes I had that Schieks has turned into an extras club evaporated as soon as I sat down.