Roses are Rouge, Violets are Blue...

In recent years, my wife has decided that she likes strip clubs. Let me say this, up front: it's awesome. She's been to a few in Vegas, a couple in San Diego, and now, one in Portland. She considers herself a strip club connoisseur. She is not.

Her husband, on the other hand (as in, me), most certainly is. And regardless of the club, if she wants to go, I'll take her. I'm no dummy. So, on a Friday night on our vacation weekend in the City of Roses, we swung by Club Rouge, just a short walk from our hotel. I'd been there before. She hadn't.

Look, I like Rouge. It's clean, the girls are gorgeous, and the drinks aren't very expensive. But it's also, well, clean and a bit sterile. It feels like, well, a Vegas club. And there's zero wrong with that! Personally, I just like my clubs to be a little dirtier, a little grittier, a little naughtier. Still, there's a good time to be had.