Stop Shitting On BJ's

For this review of BJ’s I want to concentrate on what is one careless myth about this veritable old shack: That it is the last refuge of over-the-hill strippers too dumb or too lazy to find something else to do when it’s time to hang it up.

I will submit to you that any of those dancers have been long purged from the rolls. Sure, there are a few 6’s on the roster. There are 6’s in most clubs you go to in the country; there’s nothing new about that. But the hottest strippers that work there stand toe-to-toe to any place in Minneapolis and, I dare say, in the country. You damn right there are some 9’s that work here. Moreover, I think anyone who walks into BJ’s would be surprised to know that some of those 9’s have kids, some of them high-school age. They just had the good fucking sense to stop getting ripped off at the clubs downtown and instead pay a lower house fee to dance in a lower-pressure environment.

So for goodness sake, if you’re afraid or have some ancient stereotype about the place, just stop in. It’s well-lit, there are bouncers inside in case shit goes down, there’s still no cover charge, dances are a straight $20 per, and you can chill with a cold can of beer and watch sports in the meantime. There really is no other place like it, and I don’t mean that in a freak show kind of way. BJ’s is a world-class strip bar.