Dumbest. Dancers. Ever.

I was in Pittsburgh braving the snow and checked out reviews. After cursing myself for being there on a Wednesday and missing 2-4-1 dance specials on Tuesdays and Thursdays at different clubs, I chose Tennyson over Filly Corral. I won't say it was a necessarily bad decision, but...meh.

Got there around 9:40: paid a $5 cover and bought a water. I saw what previous reviewers have referred to on the club being split into smoking and non-smoking sections. I stayed in the non-smoking section even though most people were in the smoking section. Watched some hockey since the stage action wasn't appealing - and I never watch hockey - and waited to see who else was there.

Speaking of, they post the dancer schedules for the week along the left wall (as you walk in). The bar area is a standard rectangle. There are 3 TVs there: two were showing hockey and one had on movies. The men's room is actually to your immediate right and up some stairs when you walk in. Real old school urinal, with the flush that you have to turn. There's a side stage along the right wall in the front area, right behind the place where I guess the stairs are. The only people who went down there were the guy and lady who run the place. Guy's name is Charlie, IIRC. Never heard the lady's name. Dancers pick songs from a jukebox, and the speakers are the type you'd find at a garage sale from 1999.