Dive bar atmosphere, bored and indifferent dancers

Easy to find and plenty of parking, sketch neighborhood, dirty dive bar atmosphere, nude dancers but very poor quality and attitudes.

I visited Lookers on a Thursday night as part of doing my rounds of various Syracuse clubs while here on business. The venue is easy to find, with lit and monitored parking in the back plus a lot across the street and some street parking after 6pm. The neighborhood is definitely sketchy, so I'd recommend trying to park in the monitored lot and definitely don't leave anything valuable in your car. As I walked up there were two customers hanging around the front drinking from plastic cups (I'm assuming booze since the club is no alcohol), and no doorman or anyone greeting you to the club. The outside looks like a typical blue collar dive bar. Walking in there is a small bar, with the stage and other seating past that. The place is quite small and cramped, and it's hard to even get around people who are standing at the bar. The bartender greeted me and informed me of a $10 cover (around 9pm) and asked if I wanted a drink. Again, no alcohol, so I ordered a Coke and sat down. I noticed a few bored looking customers sitting around the bar, a couple of them being chatted up by dancers, a couple of them alone and just staring at the TVs or their phones, and an older guy in a seersucker suit who reminded me of Colonel Sanders having an animated conversation with a woman who didn't appear to be a dancer. There was nothing else going on the place.

After sitting for a few minutes, I was approached by two dancers who introduced themselves and sat down. One was a younger thin brunette with pigtails and one was a curvier brunette. The pigtails girl was not fun to talk to and at some point said "Well that got boring fast" after I stopped talking to her. Great way to engage customers. The curvy brunette was a bit more interesting to talk to and after some time, I ended up purchasing I believe it was 22 minutes in their "VIP" area for $100. I paid the bartender and they gave the dancer a punchcard. She led me back to an area with several curtained booths and punched the card into some kind of time clock. We entered a room, closed the curtain, and she set a timer on the wall. These rooms are only what I'd consider semi-private as they are curtained off and you can hear other people banging around, talking, etc. Whatever music is playing in the club is being piped into these rooms as well, so you have no choices in music. The room itself was pretty gross, with an old worn out leather chair that looked like 10,000 people had sat in it before me. At some point I could smell pizza cooking which made me realize I must be back by the kitchen. I doubted my decision to come to this club almost from the moment I walked in, but now I was also doubting my decision to purchase a dance. I was pretty much just feeling bad for the dancer now, that she had to work in these conditions, and not feeling sexy at all.