I'm not from Kansas, so I...

I'm not from Kansas, so I don't have a lot of context for the area, but this place seems seriously overrated to me. It is very far out in the sticks, on a washboard dirt road. As I pulled into the parking lot, a cop car pulled in behind me. The two of Kansas's finest went in right ahead of me and just stood there taking in the sights for about ten minutes, then left. Looked like a coffee break to me.

Small club, with one stage at the end, floor level, with a single pole. A lap dance area was shoved in the opposite corner, dark, but visible form the club. There were about five dancers there at midnight, midweek. Four were *absolute* non-starters in my Barbie-centric view. The fifth was Pam Anderson in comparison. Blonde, thin, buxom, and with a ready smile. I'd have grabbed her instantly, but she was going on stage. Closer examination led me to just leave the club. On her own, not being compared to the other dancers, she was not too special.

Really just a hole-in-the-wall club. I saw no specatular mileage in my glimpss into the dance area. No service that I could see.