Not really sure why this place...

Not really sure why this place exists, to be frank. It's a sister club of Flashdancers, which is only a ten minute (brisk NYC standards) walk away, and it's such a distant second to its sister that a sports metaphor might be Jerry Jones owning both the Dallas Cowboys and some ridiculous arena football team with a name like the Texarkana Madd Doggz.

And maybe Private Eyes is, in fact, meant to be some sort of farm system for the far more illustrious FD, or a soft landing for those on the backside of their primes, but it's a rare thing to find any dancer there who wouldn't seem out of place in the big leagues. My suspicion--though please note that I base this on logic alone and not the faintest hint of evidence--is that the girls who make up the looks deficit with performance end up here. But the primary fantasy of a strip club, for me, is atypically attractive women. Without that, my interest in pushing any sort of boundaries borders on zero. I have a buddy who lives on 45th St., so I've had cause to walk past many times and stepped inside several. I can't recall ever not wishing I'd made the extra effort to go to Broadway for the prettier sister.