Renaissance Club

Treasures has had its ups and downs (and, I suspect, more than its share of ins and outs). There was a time when Treasures was the go to place for Houston perverts. Then it went into a tailspin and was only marginally more appealing than the parking lot at the Greyhound station.

Having seen it at its zenith as well as at its lowest, I can now report that, despite the efforts of religious zealots to prevent anyone from enjoying themselves in private, Treasures is doing its best to claw back its reputation as Houston’s pinnacle of prurient excess.

The basic layout of the club has changed little. In the first room you have a stage and reasonably ample seating. Many of the dancers hang out in this area, the better to immediately pounce on incoming patrons. Some will approach you even before you’ve selected a table, but most will give you anywhere from 30 to 45 seconds after you’ve taken a seat before approaching you and reciting their menu of personal services.