Nothing to see here...

There's a lyric from a classic musical that   distinguishes Gary, Indiana as "not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York, or Rome." And how. Honey's is a long way from all of those places, although it's not wildly out of range from metro Chicago.  Fairly easy to find, due mainly to the suburban desolation in its surroundings, the club is actually housed in a former bank building just off the main drag.

The real money clearly left with the financiers, as the renovations made since appear to have been minimal. The new owners have at least tried to have fun with it, though - the premium VIP room is housed in the former vault, complete with a display shelf of "money" (cheesy fake items like you might find in a Halloween display or cheap kid's playset).

Technically Honey's is a private club, so while there's no cover your first visit will require a $10 "membership fee" and showing ID for your name to be recorded as an official member with all the honors and benefits accorded therewith.  In non-legalese, that's access to full nudity on stage but no booze in the place (just a paltry selection of soft drinks and snacks available from the same front counter that handles your membership "application").