Coulda Been the Right Place; Musta Been the Wrong Time

This review is actually from a visit a couple of weeks ago. I was driving through Jacksonville on a Tuesday afternoon, but only had a few hours free before I had to get back on the road. I met my friend Eve for lunch, after which we headed to a couple of clubs.

I had never been to New Solid Gold, and Eve had never been there during the day, so neither of us knew what to expect. Free parking and no cover. It's a pretty good-sized club, and nicely appointed. Unfortunately, it was really dead. There were only a couple of dancers at the bar – and no customers. Eve and I sat at the bar a few seats down from the ladies – and were totally ignored (other than by the bartender).

We waited a while, trying to make eye contact but to no avail. At one point, Eve excused herself to hit the ladies room. While I was sitting by myself, a third dancer came out, made eye contact with me, smiled – and then sat with the other two girls. Eve came back and after a couple of minutes the third girl walked in our direction. Though she didn't approach us directly, we waved her over and started a conversation, during which she was friendly and talkative.