saloon not salon

It probably doesn't need said that the reviewer directly below is a naive fool. Paradise is known for full-grope $10 lappers. That's its main claim to infamy. It's Paradise Saloon not Paradise Salon. What did you expect? Virginia Wolf and Venessa Bell wannabees engaging in deep, engaging intellectual chatter (looks for eye-rolling emoji)?

Smuck.

Now a review of the club. This club, like all in the area, has ups and downs in talent. Right now, it's down. I remember a similar cycle about 7 years ago when the evening lineup consisted of a bunch of plus sized hags. It wasn't long before all that changed, as I'm sure it will again. Was in this afternoon. The regular early lineup was on hand -- Passion, Gabby, Bella and Macy. It's true that everyone of them will allow an old man or anyone else with cash to grab her ass during dances. Unless you pop for VIP, that will be on semi-display, although the half wall in the upper bench seating provides some privacy -- save from those enjoying the like attentions of another dancer. You might discretely watch to see what dancers give the best mileage. Those who take their PLs to the far corners are probably worth pursuing.

There's nothing wrong and much right about that. What is wrong is that this remains a smoking club and ventilation sucks. You will definitely smell like a pack a day guy when your leave.

Bathrooms, meh; drinks, reasonable; parking lot filled with kidney destroying potholes,