It has its place

The club in the tiny town in the middle of nowhere has a strange appeal.

I stop here a few times each year, usually on the way back from fishing. That seems to be the Fat Jack’s crowd as there is no where near a local population to support this club. But it is not too far out of the way for folks recreating north of the twin cities.

I got a draft beer at the bar in front and then entered the twin doors into the official club. Only three strippers were working. But they got completely nude on stage and I tipped with the $2 bills the bar gives as change while I drank my beer.