The Club is in the Basement. This is an Important Detail.

Drove by this club for the first time on a Sunday during the day, on my way out towards Marieville. I drove right by the club on the first pass because it looks like someone’s house that got converted into a business. Multiple businesses as it turns out. I walked up to the door of the upstairs bar, and it looked like part of the building was abandoned. I could hear people’s voice, though, so I just kept walking around the bend until I saw signs of life. There was a small bar that was playing hockey on a television behind the counter. A blue haired bartender with ample cleavage greeted me. Off on the right there were video gambling machines, and the place didn’t look the first thing like a strip club. But as I’ve learned other places that means nothing, plus the bartender had a nice rack, so I took a seat at the bar ordered a beer. Then shit got weird.

That Maria McKee song from Pulp Fiction was playing in my head while I pretended to watch hockey as a French/English argument erupted over the broken video lotto machines. You know the one that was playing in the storefront before Butch and Marcellus Wallace took on the Gimp and Zed. That old lady was pissed about losing her money, and if she was packing heat I’m thinking there would’ve been a shootout. She was with some older black dude who was trying to calm her down and that didn’t end well. It was nuts. Finally, I asked quietly if this place was also a strip club, and blue-haired gal said it was in the basement and opened at 7pm. Well, that was fucking waste of my time and you just got to read about it...so I walked out and proceeded to have multiple loads of fun at Bar Le Gentleman. Figured I’d go back to Vignoble if I had time.

“If love is a red dress...then hang me in rags…”