Stud's Pub

The name makes you think of a low-end dive, right? Well, that’s exactly what this place is. Stopped by at about 3:30 on a Tuesday afternoon. There was no one manning the door, so I walked in without paying a cover charge. It was dark inside, and after walking in from the bright Florida sun, I was temporarily blind.

I stood just inside the door a minute while I regained my eyesight so I wouldn’t trip over anything. When my sight returned, I saw a short bar to the left, stage to the right, seating in between. The stage was elevated and had an unusual rail that was waist high to the dancer, if there had been a dancer on stage, which there wasn’t.

There were four customers at the bar: two middle age black guys, one older white PL type, and one white biker looking dude. There were two white dancers hanging out at the bar. Both looked to be late thirties or early forties, had ugly faces, and were shapeless, except for the curve of their beer bellies (or were they both pregnant?).