I stopped here briefly last Tuesday...

I stopped here briefly last Tuesday before heading into Greenville. It almost ruined the night for me. If you're coming from the direction of Spartanburg, as I was, on a map it may look like good idea to take the Hwy 29 exit off I-85 and hit the three clubs located along that route. Well, I'm here to tell you to scrap that idea. Specifically, the part that has you driving through 15 miles of suburban sprawl to get to this shithole.

After paying the $5 cover and stepping up to the bar, I was immediately descended upon by vultures. Fat, ugly vultures who hectored me to cough up $30 for a backroom blowjob I wouldn't agree to if you paid me. Actually, there was just one cow who did most of the talking, but she so never shut up she might as well have been a herd. I've got the skin of a rhino for this kind of bull, but I left mid-beer with a headache. I'll be charitable and give the place a 2 because there was a less-than-obese black girl onstage when I walked in (probably the deciding factor in my choice to enter), but she never made it over to me.

Oh, and this place ain't nude. They keep their bottoms on, which surely is a good thing.