I haven’t been to the Double...

I haven’t been to the Double Deuce in a long time. Even though it’s technically the closest nudie bar from home, and it’s a straight shot down one of the two roads that pass by my house, 15 minutes tops, it feels kind of inaccessible to me. Maybe because it’s once-sister bar, BJ’s, is just off the same highway as my parents’ place of work. Also, this is a small but very popular neighborhood bar, not just with bargoers but also with hipsters who want to hang out and see tits with their friends. The claustrophobic feeling and the lack of privacy are the reasons I still much prefer BJ’s to 22nd Ave. Station.

Still, I do go back on occasion, just to updates things for you TUSCLers. And … well, it’s the same shit as before. That’s a good thing (no cover, cheap drinks) and a bad thing (the men’s room remains the most terrifying I’ve ever laid eyes on since the old one at my old man’s old restaurant; seriously, anyone who’s been in there knows that if the city were serious, they’d shut that fuckin’ place down just to make the owners of the club tear down that literal shithole).

But the girls are the only thing that matters, right? I don’t come here often enough to develop a favorite. Let’s just say that the mix of strippers that you get here are the ones you get at BJ’s, another low-stress, low-house fee bar. The majority, if not most, of the girls here are single moms looking to extend their careers in a place that should be described as “Cheers with tits.” My standards of hotness are different from most others; I actually like most of these “mature” ladies.