Cows. Upon the mighty cheese...

Cows. Upon the mighty cheese soaked land of Wisconsin, cows are the industry, cows are the culture, cows are the sport, and apparently at this strip club, cows are the adult entertainment. Now there weren't very many dancing there that night, but they were unmistakably cow-like. You can tell by the uninspired routine on the two poles at either end of a trough-like stage; you can tell by the inane conversation or lack there of; you can tell by the fact that they were mostly just lined up at the bar; but your best tell was their looks, which undoubtedly reminds one of a cow-- thick, blunt features, no personality or style, they move with no subtlety or finesse, overall this gives them a sex-appeal akin to that great beast of the land.

There weren't many patrons this Saturday Night that I ventured in, except for an inexplicable busload of koreans, I shit you not. I have no idea where they came from, but of all the places that they could chose, they were duped into this cow parade. God-love them, they tried to make the best of it, but you could tell by the amount of smart-phone usage, that it just wasn't thrilling anyone.

The ambiance of the club is your standard attempt to create atmosphere with black-light. It's uninspired, but was probably built that way so as to not startle the cows. The stage is at ground-level, but has a sort of fence around it, two-feet high with lights and a mirror on the inside, so that you can see feet reflected. And around that are an abundance of chairs. The best part of the club is the nice low, comfortable chairs with good solid arms that allow you to slouch into a stupor. Certainly, the patrons of this club need said chairs because if you're going to stare at cows all day, you might as well be comfortable.