This place is sleazy. Between...

This place is sleazy. Between the creepy guys hanging at the bar, the chunky woman running the place at the bar, and the weirdo guy staring at the black and white monitors of the dance rooms, there is not to much competition for being this slimy. To enter, you walk down stairs into the cellar of the building. There is a chap there that takes your cover charge then lets you in through a door to your left. There is a large oval bar to your left as you come through the door, with the rest of the area divided up into sitting areas and a small stage. The night I stopped, the was the chunky lady and a guy sitting at the bar smoking (I did not think you could do that in Illinois). A younger woman was behind the bar. The gal running the place sent the guy to the back of the room, the lo and behold, and very slim young woman showed up and sat down beside me. The chunky woman assured me that I wanted to buy her and the entertainer a drink. I thought that would buy extra fun, but that was a silly notion on my part.

The dancer was pleasant and made casual conversation. She was covered by enough clothing to normally disguise the pronounced stretch marks on her belly. She offered to dance topless on stage, or do a lap dance in one of the "rooms" monitored by the tv camera system. I opted for that, and she did a nice grind, but kept all of her clothing on, including the pantyhose! Yes, another place where the goodies are protected by nylon...chuckle.

When we came out of the little room, the gal running the place showed up asking for money for the jukebox. Much to her obvious dismay and disgust, I declined and left. One of the creepy guys followed me all the way to my car, making conversation and delaying my hasty exit.