Hmmm

What a strange place this is. Stopped in late on a weeknight. Frankfort itself is a one-horse town southeast of Utica that's easy to miss (perhaps mercifully so). Inside, the club looks like the living room of a deer hunter who died circa. 1975 from the 60-a-day Marlborough habit that gave him emphysema. The stink of cigarettes in this place is all-pervading - you will smell of nicotine once you leave, so be warned. Only a small number of girls were working, with one or two of them performing a perfunctory and rather lackluster dance on stage now and then before disappearing back to the bar or to private dances. Overall, the talent was not especially enticing; a few of the girls were pleasant enough, but there were a lot of stretchmarks and limp/silicone tits on display. You got the sense that Veejays was a place they ended up working at out of lack of other options rather than any of its inherent virtues. However, having said all this, it's pretty clear that if you're interested in finding a mediocre-to-ugly girl to get nasty with, this is the place to be, at least in the Mohawk Valley. Invitations were frequent and unsubtle. Prices seemed not outrageous. One thing I will say for Veejays is that it doesn't pretend to be anything other than it is, and if you happen to want what it is, then you'll be happy here. I didn't, and so I wasn't.