Whoops! For some reason in...

Whoops! For some reason in my last review I got this place confused with the Chateau de Sexe down the street. Must've been the language barrier...or the beer. Let's see if I can get it right this time!

I made a return visit to Montreal during the long American July 4th weekend and the Jazz Festival. The club layout is similar to the Club Downtown next door, except the private dances are in a room in the front of the building rather than up the stairs. Yes, the doorman is a pain. Do they really need a guy who's only job is to mooch $2 coins from the customers?

Anyhow I approached by Danielle, who was very French right down to that reddish-purple hair color so many French women like. Her figure was enhanced (mercifully only saline!), but it made for better groping! We had a pleasant conversation too.