A Tuesday evening visit to Brad's...

A Tuesday evening visit to Brad's left me rather ambivalent about the place. Usually, it's pretty obvious in the first 30 minutes whether a club will be my "style" or not; after a couple of hours in Brad's, I'm still not sure.

The atmosphere struck me as smoky neighborhood tavern. I realize most people want to smoke in strip clubs, but I have allergy problems with cigarette smoke, so having to breathe it all night is a detriment. The lighting was good for a strip club, meaning you could see most of the dancer(s) most of the time. A dark-skinned dancer could (and did) disappear at will, once the day-glo bikini was removed. (Is that why there are so (relatively) few black dancers -- no one can see them?) I have read of some TUSCLers having problems with the neighborhood -- car broken into in the parking lot, I think it was. The place looked OK to me, though maybe I'm just being naive.

The dancers themselves were very good looking: I'd rate them in the 6 to 9 range. They seemed a bit aloof, though; the singles-bar brush-off was common, and making eye contact was generally difficult. However, I did have a nice long conversation with one dancer, *after* a lap dance. That's a very nice touch: it says "I'm not just sitting here because I think you'll pay me," whether that's true or not. The lap dances varied widely in all respects: attentiveness of the dancer, degree of contact, etc. There didn't seem to be any way to predict what you'd get: the usual rule of the better-looking girls giving less satisfactory lappers did not apply, at least to the dancers I sampled.