sinclair's Review

I went to Harley’s Roadhouse on a Saturday night around 21:55. The outside is easily recognizable by a motorcycle with a skeleton rider hanging off the front of the building. There was no cover charge to enter, and a Sincweiser was $3. There is a bar along the left side of the room and a stage with a pole on the right side of the room. The stage is three feet off the floor and is surrounded by a padded tip rail and bar stools for tippers. There is also a pole fixed to the bar, but it was not used. Music is played off of an AMI jukebox, and dancers do three-song sets on stage. Stage contact was limited to dancers taking dollar bills in their g-strings. In the back right corner of the club is a shower stall for shower shows.

There were four dancers working on Saturday night. Out of all the clubs on Silver Street, Harley’s fielded the weakest line-up of talent. Nani was probably the fattest stripper I’ve seen in over a decade of strip clubbing. This woman should not have been dancing. When she went up on stage, everyone ran like hell. Crimson was past her prime and needs to hang up the lingerie and retire. Taylor was interesting to talk to, but physically needs to tighten up and remove some of the tacky ink. Kitten was attractive and probably a real stunner before her pregnancy and its residual damage.

--Sinclair Dancer Sheet--