Choice? Hardly. My choice was to...

Choice? Hardly. My choice was to grab a drink, get a couple dances and then bolt next door to Downtown.

First of all, the door man was an asshole. On my way in he stops me saying "it is customary to tip the doorman . . . blah . . . blah . . . blah." Tip . . . for what service exactly? Extra bucks for stupid and obnoxious? Maybe.

I am glad I could smell a rat. The girls seemed hard working, but in the 2-6 range. The one I chose first, looked okay, but when we got into the VIP, I could see she had been around the block, too old too long--a bit sad. I hate having to pretend to be turned on by a skanky chic. She was the best I could discern. Maybe I caught this place at the wrong time . . . but I suspect there are some major quality issues here. My advice, try elsewhere.