Very sorry little joint

I'm in the Tampa Bay area for an extended stay, so I'm trying out all the different clubs. This one? Didn't like it. After reading through the reviews back a few years for all the clubs around here, I had ended up putting Atlantis on my hot-list just because it seemed to rank as one worth trying out. Add to it that my hotel is rather close, and I figured it was worth a visit. But my afternoon drop-in was closer to the exact experience that drives me away from strip clubs.

The dancers were not numerous enough to keep all the patrons occupied at all; and, worse, the dancers were entirely too unattractive "to be dancers" -- you know what I mean, she should stop trying to take OFF clothes for money and start putting ON clothes because I'll PAY her to stop getting naked! Floppy post-childbirth tits, floppy post-childbirth belly flaps, middle-aged at best, several ladies with excellent physical fitness in their legs, but none of them with the capacity to walk competently in high-heels, lots of cigarette-and-sun creased faces, women with very low gravelly voices from so much smoking.

The patrons were nearly all appearing to be locals, big guys in their 50s or older, men with no top-of-head hair (hey! I am bald too! I can comment on it, it's my own characteristic, right?) but lots of funky mustache or side-burn hair, mostly very overweight. Some were tipping off of bar-stools, most were occupying the "VIP" (upper level) booth/tables. I saw a pizza delivery guy come in from Hungry Hungry Howie's. The bartender was a young-ish red-head, good looking enough; oddly one of the PL customer types was hanging out with her behind the bar and groping and making out on her every now and again, which made me think either he was her boyfriend or he was paying for plenty of lapper and/or similar intimacy with her.