I want my Friday afternoon back.

I got somewhat shanghaied into going here by a friend who's heard what great place this was. I tried to convince him otherwise, but he was steadfast, and I was driving his drunk ass around until we could drop in on his "surprise" birthday party.

Not much to add or subtract form other recent reviews, outside of the the vibe that everyone here is just running out the clock. Few dancers visible, half of those on their phones, and the cutest one locked down by a whale. Drinks were maybe more spendy than they should have been, but I was drinking water- chlorinated tap water over tap ice. My buddy was paying, and liked his three Morgan and Cokes, but his mind wasn't on his glass. He was looking for the "someone" who extolled the virtues of this morgue. Turns out she dances there, and flaked on her shift. He seemed shocked. Poor lad has some learning to do. Anyhow....

Even letting the waitress know it was his birthday failed to bring any dancers to our table. I told him he'd most likely have to approach them. He wouldn't, so I can't comment on the talent of the girls, or the mileage to be had. I'm not even sure what dances cost, since we never had that discussion with anybody. We wasted almost an hour there, by which time it was too late to head to greener pastures. I used to have fun here, but those days have gone the way of the buffalo.