The club was kind of empty...

The club was kind of empty for 10pm on a Friday night. There were maybe 25-30 dancers and even fewer customers. This club is adjacent to two truck stops and near a bunch of factories. The crowd is definitely blue collar. Wearing a polo shirt will classify you as overdressed. As mentioned in previous reviews, the club is filled with racing memorabilia: NASCAR and IndyCar. Most of the memorabilia looks to be dated, maybe 1980’s and 1990’s, leading me to believe that this building was someone’s collection or a racing-themed venue in years past before it became a strip club. There are literally race cars hanging from the ceiling. Admission was $6. There was a little pizza shop in the corner that is supposed to sell slices of pizza, but it looked like it had not been used in a long time. The stage is very long and features three dancers rotating spots each song on busy nights. The washroom has a troll.

The vast of the majority of the dancers were 6’s or less. There were only two dancers on the whole Friday night line-up that I would have liked to fuck, and running the gauntlet of ugly, overweight, and old strippers was not worth it to get at the two hot ones. I constantly had unappealing women coming to my table begging for dances. When I’d refuse, they’d beg for a drink or a tip. When I’d refuse, they’d start insulting me like I was too cheap. No, I just am not attracted to you. A “no thank you” does not seem to work here. I ended up giving a few ugly ladies a Washington just to get away from me. One apparently-fat dancer walked up to me with a full tank-top on. She said she had just had a baby two weeks ago. She wanted to take off her tank-top to prove it to me. I got up and walked to the washroom making gagging sounds. Another dancer came by complaining the tipout was something like $50-$60. I got the feeling that the dancers here struggled to make big money and a lot of them seemed to have not been working there very long (high dancer turnover).

I had major problems with scamming waitresses here. I order a beer when I first went in and the waitress charges me $7.75 for 11-12 ounce glass. I couldn’t believe it. I mean strip clubs have horrible price inflation, but the gutter of Indy is not Las Vegas? I go to the bar and ask the bartender the prices and find out that a glass of beer should have only been $3.75. I was pissed, not because I paid over twice the price, but I just appreciate honesty in life. I let it go because it was only my first drink and I did not want to make a big scene. The next time I needed a drink, I ordered from the other waitress on duty. Making sure to confirm the price before I order this time, I ordered another glass of beer. She comes back with a pitcher of beer. I shout at her telling her I did not order a pitcher. She says to me, “Too bad, you must buy it. I can’t take it back to the bar. You can share it with the girls.” I tell the waitress I want to talk to the manager. At this point, she backs down and pours a glass out of the pitcher. She pouts off whining that now she needs to find someone to buy the pitcher. By this point I have gotten sick of the scamming servers and aggressive dancers and decide to call it a night. If you do go, keep in mind the correct prices: draft beers are $3.75, domestic bottles are $4.50, and pitchers are around $12-13.