Waste of Time

I've always meant to give this place a shot. I always walked right by, though, and now I know why.

A free admission card was handed to me as I walked in, but it becomes five bucks off after an early hour. The entrance is a huge, empty coat check area, and while the coat check girl wasn't nice, the bouncer was. He led me into the club, a dark and spacious single room filled with chairs and tables, with couches along the walls. There weren't any dancers actually dancing, they were either hanging out together in small groups or giving lap dances.

I asked for the bar as the bouncer showed me a seat on a couch, and he informed me there isn't one. A waitress would come for the two drink minimum. No bar is strike one. Strike two was when some bitchy waitress brought me a $21 drink after I had asked her for a well drink. I told her it wasn't what I asked for and she just said "sorry." Then she stood and stared before finally asking for a tip, to which I replied "sorry." She was unhappy, to say the least. To get her out of my face I said I'd tip on the next drink.