After giving a friendly blond $10...

After giving a friendly blond $10 for the cover charge, the second person I talked to was the bartender. She was fugly and scowled at me and had a shitty attitude thus hitting the bitch trifecta. I guess she was heading off shift because I didn't see her again. Her replacement was a beauty who I was told used to dance there. She had a ready smile and a quick hand with a Corona. She also had a bra that sparkled in the black light catching my eye more often than the dancers at times.

As others noted the only stage in use is inside the rectangular bar area. I would have been much happier if the girls didn't have to climb over kitchen hardware to flirt with me. They have a great main stage with chairs all around it so the exclusive use of the crappy bar stage is mystifying to your humble author.

I grabbed a seat at the bar and watched the first dancer take her top off (that's the max due to CT law drawing a line between kitties and booze) and gyrate a while. After her 3rd song she circled the bar for tips but being petite, this involved mounting various appliances and cabinets in a manner inconsistent with my personal health regulations. Always adaptable, I simply resolved to only drink bottled beer freshly spritzed with Purell.