Not what you’d expect

Go in with a buddy and notice there’s no strip club in sight. A gentleman sees our puzzled mugs and points us downstairs to where the action is. Place is basically a giant stage with bartenders near the stairs offering libations to the merry. Can you say dollar parade? Either it was an off-night (Thursday) or maybe my expectations were misaligned. You basically have a bevy of skinny Eastern European girls with other nationalities sprinkled throughout doing a non-stop dollar parade. Felt like one came after the other in rapid-fire.

Got a couple drinks and took in the surroundings. Swing over there, bench that way, girls walking around the stage like zombies, not even really dancing, collecting cash from the patrons around the bar. The bartenders were nice enough and could carry a conversation. After a half hour of this, decided to get a private dance. Was dragged to a booth where a curtain provided a thin cloak of privacy from the surroudings. Felt like I should have been confessing my sins instead of getting a dance! The dance was very low mileage, even for a bikini bar, but my brilliant mind thought I’d do better on the 2nd one. Nope, same deal and I should have ended it after the first. Said goodbye to the bartender and off I went, never to return. Didn’t inquire about anything else, since the initial offering was so lackluster. YMMV?