To sum up the Deja Vu...

To sum up the Deja Vu at this time would be comparing it to a bad version of the New Happy Days with Joanie and Chachi. This club had its time in the day but those days are gone. Times and shows are slow in this town! Expect to see a few dancers on a weekend night and hopefully one dancer wont be a fat girl named Angel dancing to Bon Jovi. ( Every strip club has one and she always tip the DJ out $5 no matter how much money she makes ). Since passing the new 3 foot law in Nashville clubs are truly suffering for biz. Look out for desperate Strippers on Music Row street corners saying will lap dance for Walmart gift-cards! All the A girl dancers have traveled to New Orleans and Kentucky to escape the club scene here which is not very lucrative. All your going to get the Deja Vu is an attitude for your dollar or a drunk table full of girls if you bring a huge bottle of crown. The Deja Vu Nashville has soured and they are not having the once great turn over because they have lost their touch to be able to run a decent club with a great show and great music. The once ole Cheers crowd has split to better things or they are in jail. The Vu became so Ghetto on Saturday Nights it scared all the older white guys away who wanted to spend money. Kids will no money hogging up tables and pitching tent for the night. The dancers run from table to table until the liquor runs out and dont tip their DJs dick. In the day dancers used to screw the DJ, bring him weed, and feed him, now they treat their DJs like their husbands. NO RESPECT! Those girls are drowning in sorrow because thats what they deserve. Back in the day girls used to entertain and put on a show, tug a tie, slam a guys beer on stage. Now they woddle around in the same bikini all night to some slow ass tired R & B while their bitching and complaining about their shallow life, and their their boyfriend ( the little white kid that thinks hes black ). This club was alot of fun when the old regeme ran it. Since the older managers left it hasnt been the same. If I were in nashville, Id go down to the Crazy Horse club to get the most bang for your buck! This club stinks worse than a 50 cents burrito fart, just look at the bathrooms and the girls dressing room.