"Best club in New Haven," said...

"Best club in New Haven," said my Yale friend. Son, you gotta transfer to Harvard. Once you get past the iffy neighborhood, get the once-over from the truly scary bouncer, and get used to the darkness inside the bar, you discover that the darkness is meant to hide a lot. There's a girl for every taste, if your tastes run from overweight middle-aged to underfed meth addict. It's a no-booze club, and believe me, alcohol would help here. And I don't drink. Stage dancers get completely nude, which is not necessarily a good thing in this instance. I was foolish enough to get a pd with one of the girls who didn't outweigh me. One-way contact only, and little enough of that, with the bouncer, who really looks like he failed his audition for the WWF, a constant presence. The whole place has a tired atmosphere: the dancers, the staff all present a demeanor of not wanting to be there. Henceforth, neither will I.