Last review of this place ever for me...

Ok, I've reviewed this place before and have been consistently impressed with the Russian Steppe talent that they import (via Bridgeport), but, now, as before, the bartending has driven me out, and has broken the camel's back... I will NEVER return.

Don't get me wrong, the girls here are hot. The lap dances are very low mileage, but who cares; that's not why you go here. There are other places to go for that sort of thing. But here, you see some hot girls, have a few drinks (maybe), and watch a game (not likely, as they never know how to work the TVs, but, I've covered that already.).

Ok, so, now to tonight's final straw for me. I show up around 11:30pm. I'm coming right from work where I had a late meeting with big wigs, so I at least have a jacket on...i.e., I don't look like most of the regular joes in there, and, really, I don't like like my regular jeans and T-shirt. I sit down, get a beer and a bottle of water. I watch a few min of the Golden State game. A Putin spy (Russian hottie from the asian steppes, like I like them) comes over and we (try to) talk for a couple min. Doesn't take her long to convince me that I want a dance....we go have a dance. I promise to buy her a drink (she wants Champagne) after the dance. She says 5 min, I go to the bar, she's back in 2 min. I buy her a drink. I tip the Russian bimbo "bartender" $2, as I did on my first round. Buy this point, I have about 1/2 my first beer left. As the bartender brings my dancer drink, the dance tries to get her attention to ask her something in Russian. The bartender doesn't hear her, and walks away, but on her next pass around the bar, she stops and leans over the bar to hear the dancer's ("Gina", loose translation from something prettier in Kazak) question. As she leans back to her station, she knocks over my 1/2 beer, the bottle bounces on the bar, and about 1/2 of what I had left stills, leaving me with and inch and a half of beer and 4 inches of foam in my Brooklyn Lager bottle. Flat, undrinkable, and 1/2 spilled. The "bartender" grabs a rag, wipes up my drink, and walks away. No apology, no nothing. I sat there for 3 minutes waiting for the buy-back.... never came. Nothing.