Pandora’s wasn’t really my cup of...

Pandora’s wasn’t really my cup of tea, mayb due to my taste or my visits having been on weekday evenings in early March. The parking lot is attended with some spots safely visible to the main street and some well hidden. $10 gets you in then it's $10 the mandatory soft drink. And of course the tip to the waitress so often pays dividends later when wanting some information. It’s clean inside and the space indoors feels like the new club that it is. The dances I got in the open but fairly private V.I.P area booths were $30 a pop, and I paid for some “chat” time as well. Everyone that worked there was quite friendly and professional.

I thoroughly enjoyed some quality lap dance time with Angel, an intriguing Russian cutie, who is not likely to disappoint, and was my main excuse for my return visits. Both times it seemed there were more girls than customers, which is nothing to complain about. And none of them were aggressive; a simple, honest, “I’m waiting for someone” or “I’m pacing myself right now, but thank you” had them politely moving on. But most of the girls there I just didn’t find very attractive (although on my last visit I noticed a couple of off-the-scale cute waitresses, which may bode well for the future there). And I wanted to like the new, locally owned place, but it just felt a bit dark, loud, and dead to me. The management oversight of private dancing was extremely relaxed, and although I can’t speak to the rumor about cheap “favors” in the V.I.P., I’d rather we all show the ladies some respect, enjoy some very intimate dances and company, and pay them well for it. At intoxicating places like this we sometimes have to remind ourselves that those hot bodies have real people inside them, if you take my meaning. In my experience, dressing, smelling, and acting like a gentlemen seems to bring great service (uh … so to speak) and that much was true here. I know some people have had a wonderful time here, and I haven’t written the place off yet; I’ll probably sample a Saturday night sometime for comparison. -Dave