Monday. Yuchhh.

Do not visit Trumpp's on a Monday night. Just don't. Unless you're an insomniac, stay away.

I made the mistake, but only once, and wasted a perfectly good hour. There was only one dancer in the place who rated a second look, and she had an attitude from Hell. The waitresses were OK, but one spent all her time sitting at the only other occupied table in the place; the other sat by herself and tried to stay awake. I should have sat with her in the hope that she would distract me from the fugliness on stage. Hey, maybe we could have slept together. (No, I mean literally.) It would have been more exciting than what actually happened: i.e., nothing. I've had good lap dances there before, with full 2-way contact, but I wouldn't have accepted a free one from the available choices that night.

Trumpp's admittedly suffers from competition with the Penthouse Club down the street, but one can find the occasional diamond. Just not on Monday night.