What a strange little club this...

What a strange little club this is.

First, I paid $4 to an older woman at the door, who I later learned is the mother of the owner. I also met the owner during my visit, who is also a woman.

Upon entering, I found a very small bar area to my left and, further out on my right, the stage with tables scattered around it. Sitting in that little bar area was a uniformed security guard. I learned that his name was Mike when, later in the night, he followed a dancer and I outside every time that we went out for a smoke. Mike looked about as dangerous as a Chihuahua, but I did find the ridiculous need to babysit during smoke breaks to be a bit annoying.