Since my days at the Jersey...

Since my days at the Jersey Shore go back to the mid-80's, I expected this place to be at the edge of the Pine Barrens. Wrong! It's lost in the neon jungle of Route 322 malls and restaurants and it's not well marked.

The layout has been well described by previous reviewers. On Saturday afternoon there were about 12 patrons and 7 or 8 dancers, a couple of whom I recognized from the Playhouse. Most were aggressive, but in two different styles: the "spend all your money with me, you dumb redneck" approach which guarantees I won't spend a dime, and the "here's a sample of what's waiting for you" routine which at least gets my attention. I accepted the invitation to a private dance from the bodacious Extreme, despite the negative review below. It was a good decision, as she was most attentive to customer satisfaction and produced a conclusion worthy of the name of the club.

First impression is that the girls aren't fashion models and some have been ridden hard and put in the barn wet, as my daddy used to say, but the mileage is high like the Playhouse without the crowding of the sister club. Definitely worth another trip.