I was on my way down...

I was on my way down I-70 and made a visit to The Pleasure Palace. It was a Tuesday afternoon, around 1pm. This club is easily viewed from the Interstate and is about equidistant between two different exits of the highway. I pulled into the gravel, yes, gravel, parking lot and parked a very short distance from the door. When you walk in the main door you have the choice to go to your left (a DVD/porno/peep show store) or to your right (the stripclub). You must buzz the door and wait for the bartender to allow entry. I waited….and waited…..and waited. No answer.

Went over to the sex shop and perused the ridiculously overpriced DVD’s (if you want some DVDs in this area, hit Boonville, MO – 5 for $20, including tax!). After browsing for a few minutes and getting bored, I tried the magic door on the other side again.

The bartender answered after about 30 seconds this time and told me $12 if I have a ‘normal’ driver’s license and $7 if I have a CDL. He went on to state that it was a REQUIREMENT that a soft drink be in front of you at ALL TIMES while at the club. I asked to see the interior of the club prior to paying and he said no dice. I forked over the cash and paid the cover. Big mistake. Only one overweight, overage and overwrinkled female was on a stage. The interior of the club was very basic, but then again, given the gravel parking lot and tin building that’s what’s to be expected, right? The staff seemed friendly enough, but given the surroundings, I quickly departed writing off my cover charge as an expense for my fellow readers of TUSCL. Perhaps one day I’ll make a return visit during the evening when the place is more hopping….if so, I’ll be sure to post a more detailed review.