Down the Hill

Back to the Roaring 20s after about 18 months away. Big disappointment. Arrived about 8:30 on a Thursday. ID scanned (which I hate, but complied). Staff was friendly. The Barker was so bored, I had to ask him if I could go in. $10 cover. No pat down. Parking is impossible, but there is a lot down the street that is reasonable (for SF). About 12 dancers, most AA, a few Asian, and a few Latin by my guess. Lots of tattoos. Lots of hair extensions and extensions of other body parts. Maybe 5 PLs, none of which were sitting at the stage. They were all probably regulars, as the girls clearly knew who had money and who did not.

Typically I like big girls, but every one of these girls that might have been otherwise appealing had a major flaw, such as too many random tattoos, make-up that would be the envy of most clowns, hair extensions that formed a Predator hairstyle, and so forth.

A dive atmosphere, which does not bother me. Indeed, the last time I was here I had a reasonably good time. If I was feeling generous, I might rate the girls between 4 and 6. Nobody approached me while I was there.