This place sucks . . .

What more can I say? I went on a Saturday after midnight, what should have been prime time, and the talent just wasn't there.

What did they have?

Well, there was an effort to gauge every penny from my person at every opportunity possible, from the door girl, to the guy who seats you, the troll in the bathroom, the muscle fuck who keeps coming past my table and quoting a two drink minimum (hello, then send me a waitress). Dances are overpriced, and I almost shit myself when the girl trying to talk me into VIP told me what it would cost.