a deja-vu experience

So much for independent clubs and quirky staff: my experience was very much like a D-Vu club, except with no choice of dancers.

Let's go in order: it was a dark and stormy night, and I waited too long to venture out, and Seattle is no Vegas.

I arrived at Dancing Bare, parked nearby, and got in. Read other reviews to get a better sense of the half-empty, merely stocked and staff front adult store.

The usual twin peaks-redux manager told me they still had one hot girl dancing tonight.

only one?