Not up to the hype

I had last been to the Mons on a visit to Tampa in 2003 when I was favorably impressed that it offered pleasing if somewhat low mileage encounters.

The place had not changed much in 13 years and was well described by a previous reviewer as physically consisting of a series of rings extending out from the central stage around which is the tip line seating. Next a ring of cocktail table seating followed by benches against the outer wall for rather public lapdances.

It was kind of a funky time to attend as it was during the 6th game of the Dubs-Cavs Finals and, since Mons uncharacteristically does not have any TV's, attendance was rather sparse and the dancers seemed to realize they were operating in a bit of a lull time to be waited out until things picked up later. I was not too impressed with the quality of the dancers then present but suspect things may have gotten better when things presumably picked up later. I didn't bother sticking around long and, after a couple of near-beers (no alcohol at this nude club), moved on across the street to Odyssey which did have the game on live.