the bloom is off this rose

This past weekend I visited the Yellow Rose for the third time since returning to Texas. (My second visit was about a year ago, and it was so bad I decided it would be unfair to the club to write about it.) I showed up just before 11 pm this past Friday, and literally grabbed the last parking spot that was left. And inside the club it was equally crowded due to multiple bachelor parties (one group was from New York).

I wasn’t expecting to pay cover, since I had a signed card from the manager that I’d been given after my disastrous second trip. But they charged me $5 anyway, and then I paid a pretty waitress named Kyle to give me a table that one of her customer’s was vacating. So with my drink I’d already invested about $25 just walking into the place. It wasn’t the best investment.

I was seated on the ground floor near those “VIP booths” which are covered by curtains. I was told they are $100 for 30 minutes, and that goes to the house. The dances are separate. I passed since that seemed like a lousy deal. (Read my separate review on Perfect 10 which is where I went that same night after leaving this place.)