Bait and switch, overpriced warm beers and employees with shitty attitudes. On two consecutive early evening visits upon entering NO ONE was on stage. The short, obese, pierced, brown-haired barmaid (who never greeted me with her name) introduced herself by saying "It's a two drink minimum." When I refused to pay $10 for two bottles of water on a "no cover" weekday night I was told "You have to leave." Jerome, Enoch and Nick, lying pieces of shit one and all, avertise "no cover" on weekdays but only arbitrarily honor it. Gone are published times and prices for couch dances so customers are being gouged more than ever. A reason why I surmise they got a liquor license is to siphon off the top shelf African American clientele from Jonsey's bar down the road. Nothing else has changed save the new name and the constant need for replacement dancers because the poor pay makes this place a merry go round. Prostitution is the only way dancers here can maintain regulars.
