30 girls and one big meh

I showed up at the Cherry (or Scores, or whatever it is now) around 10:30 on a Thursday evening. It was closed, apparently for a remodel. Signs on the door directed everyone across the way to Sophie’s (or Uncle Buck’s, I suppose). The girl at the door (who, it turns out, had the best tits in the whole place) claimed there were “30 fucking girls inside.” Essentially, all the girls from both clubs were inside Uncle Buck’s. Unfortunately, this pushed the regular $5 cover to $10.

Inside, there were indeed at least two dozen dancers. Girls were rotating dancing on three separate stages, although the first and third stages were tiny. There were chairs on either end of the stages, high tops along the wall nearest the bar, and more cushy seating on the opposite side that was marked “VIP.” No one was sitting in the VIP the entire time I was there.

Despite there being 30ish dancers, the quality was not so good. A few girls filtered through and offered dances or sat a while. Girls were friendly enough, just not especially attractive. Seriously, only ONE dancer genuinely tripped my switch physically, and she was a complete cold fish on stage. After paying the cover, buying a draft beer (very good), and tipping a few bucks, I decided to leave.