Ok in a sterile way

For starters, expect a TSA type screening when you go in. I was told to completely empty my pockets into a bucket when I walked in, so don't bring anything in with you than you don't want the door guy looking at. He sifted through the bucket as I walked through a metal detector. After all of that, he patted me down and then scanned my license with a handheld device.

The club itself looks like an indoor Disney, with lots of colors mixed with black lights. They keep it fairly dark, so it is not easy seeing the stage from the bar, where I was setup. The bar is low, with lounge seats set near floor level in lieu of bar stools. There are tables spread throughout the club and a lot of tip rail seating. There was a second stage on one side of the club, but only the main stage was in use when I was there.

On the pricing front, I was charged a $5 cover and my purported Jacks on the rocks were $9. I say "purported" because if that was Jack in the bottle then I'm the savior reborn. I drink Jack regularly and the bottle might have had a Jack label, but the rot gut I was drinking was not Jack. Maybe once every couple of years I run into a club that pulls shit like that. You'd think that a 300-400% markup on a bottle would be enough, but some pigs can't resist trying to squeeze another $10-15 out of a bottle by switching the good stuff with swill, no doubt figuring that most people won't notice the difference anyway. Hence the 4 Value rating.