sinclair's Review

D’Lirio is a restaurant/lounge/club in Recoleta that is also a hang out for upscale escorts. There are some people who go there to eat and drink, but by far, most of the clientele are men looking to hook up with a hooker. There are tables with umbrellas out of the sidewalk outside, but most of the action takes place in the dark confines of the interior. The building is long and somewhat narrow. A long bar extends along the left wall. The entire right side is seating with the exception of two platforms for dancers. Occasionally, they are used for go-go dancing. There is a second floor, but it appeared to just be more seating space and the restrooms. There are bathroom trolls in the restrooms who make you turn on the faucet and get soap yourself, then expect a tip for only handing you a paper towel. Early in the evening, the music is rock and pop. After 01:00, the music shifts to loud, bumpin’ reggaeton. The music videos for the music play on two large projector screens.

I went to D’Lirio on a Thursday night around 00:30. There is a 500 peso (currently $25.65) cover charge, but it does include a free drink ticket. The ticket actually said Pagana Resto Bar on it, which was the name of a previous civilian incarnation of this night club. There were fifty to sixty escorts inside by around 01:30. Compared to all of the other escort clubs I had visited around Buenos Aires, D’Lirio had by far the best looking women. Almost all of the hookers appeared to be in their mid or late 20’s and in impeccable shape.

It looked like they worked out and did not have kids. I would have graded a third of them 9’s and 10’s. Quality comes at a price though. Many of these women wanted $300 to $400 to leave the club. I just hung out at the bar and nursed a bottle of Quilmes. I got very little attention from the ladies. Most of the talent seemed to go to tables with guys who had bought bottles of champagne. D’Lirio charges the equivalent of a couple hundred US dollars for just a bottle of champagne. It seemed all of the men at the club were regulars who all knew each other. They would greet each other by pressing their cheeks together and making a kiss sound. Many of the working girls also seemed to know many of the men. What surprised me was how sloppy most of the patrons dressed.