I went to The Jungle about...

I went to The Jungle about 11:30 on a Wednesday evening. The club is off of the I-27 frontage road going northbound. As the name suggests, the club has a jungle theme. There are fake vines covering the ceiling. A $5 dollar cover is assessed at the door. The attendant needs to buzz the door for you to enter the club. Upon entering, you are in a large room with a pool table and DJ booth to your immediate right. There are two identical stages with a pole, one to the left and one to the right, on the far wall. The bar is in a corridor between the two stages extending back into the building where there is a VIP area and the restrooms. The lap dance room is a “cave” in the front wall of the building. It is monitored by the DJ booth, which is at the end of the cave. The music here was all hard rock and metal, which was fine by me. The DJ seemed to really like Korn, as he played about six of their songs within an hour. The Jungle’s sister club, Players, is where the hip hop is played. They try to keep the thug factor down inside this club, but the human garbage still found a way to seep in with their straight-billed caps. There were three waitresses working, one or two would have sufficed for the twenty-five or thirty people in attendance, about half of which were rocks. They were pesky, but were not bitchy when you turned them down. Domestic beers were $3, reasonable for a strip club. There is bar food available at affordable prices, but I did not see anyone getting any.

The seven or so dancers here ranged from 5’s to 9’s, but mostly in the lower part of that range. This was the first club I was at in Amarillo where the majority share of dancers was white. Most other clubs in town seemed to tilt toward black girls. The stage show was the main attraction at this club as this is where the customers seemed to be spending their money. Girls would typically make $20-$50 per four song stage set (two songs at each stage). The dancers did not seem to be interested in selling $20 lap dances. I tipped heavily at the stage, but none came by to talk or even thank me after their stage set was over. They’d disappear somewhere or sit with regulars. Dancers seemed to start going home between midnight and 1. I saw this trend at other clubs in town as well. By 1 in the morning there was only three dancers left to entertain a still hefty-for-a-Wednesday-night crowd. There were pauses where there would be no dancers on stage. The highlight of my visit was seeing young coeds in attendance getting their tops removed by dancers on stage, followed by the simulation of lesbian acts.

I’d probably return due to the cheap drinks and rock music. I would come earlier as this club seems to die out before its closing time of 2 in the morning. If you are used to clubs in Dallas or Houston, you’ll be disappointed.