Put a Fork in it - This Place is Done!

Put a Fork in it - This Place is Done!

DO NOT BOTHER. MANAGEMENT IS LETTING THIS PLACE GO TO HELL.

Against my better judgement, I gave this place another chance on a recent trip to Vegas. Started off fine, an early evening visit, $15 admission coupon honored (although I was told “2-4-1” on coupon was only when announced - so coupon 2-4-1s are only when everyone else gets them too -- lame, but expected). Receipt included free re-admission within 7 days, and re-entry same day just $6 bucks. So far, so good. Far more talent available than last time. After some waiting I was approached by a reasonably attractive blonde but just as everyone else has reported, the $20/song is crap. Nobody does that, or if they do they’re shitty dances. Signs say if you’re charged more, report it to a manager and get a refund. Instead, I got a bullshit lecture on how I should better negotiate with the girl (as in “$20, take it or leave it” - as if that approach would work here). So, $100 for 3 dances that would have been disappointing @ $20ea at any nude club in any other city in the country.

Still, I was optimistic (or dumb) and went back closer to midnight. Was ignored for quite a while, but eventually got 5 for $100 (so $20ea, although you had to buy 5 to get that price) from a dancer I recognized from a prior trip. Trouble was that the stick shifting she promised was mild and very infrequent, not at all like her dances the last time.

A few days later, I redeemed the free return, and here’s where it all went to hucking fell. First, when I ordered my bottled water, the waitress wanted paid upfront and claimed it was because she had to buy the water from a vending machine behind the bar. WTF?! I’ve been coming to LDs for 15 years, and never been asked to pay for a drink before it was served. Told the “manager” who didn’t give a rat’s ass. Second, not one dancer so much as even spoke to me for 63 minutes. SIXTY. THREE. MINUTES. I looked okay. I’d showered. I had a thick stack of $20s in my hand. Nada. One cute, tall, skinny brunette looked me in the eye two or three times, but didn’t move (until she got on the back stage and danced nude for over 30 minutes during whatever “amateur” contest was running). A few dancers were sitting at tables with patrons who weren’t buying dances or standing around in groups either watching the contest or on their phones. (Why doesn’t management make them leave those damn phones in the locker room? Because the management sucks. More on that later.) During her half-an- hour on the back stage, I tipped Miss I-Wont-Talk-To-You repeatedly and she never even acknowledged with a smile let alone a thank you or any thing else. Yet some punk kid comes up with a stack of ones and she chats him up. Okay, so I’m not 20 anymore. Fine, but I’m not as old as SC ;-) and my age should tell them I’ve more $$$$ to spend these kids who don’t even shave yet. Her loss. Finally, after more than an hour, a dancer who wasn’t my type and wasn’t getting my money showed some kind of interest me, or more accurately, in taking my money. But I was done. Time to see the management.