sinclair's Review

I went to Deja Vu on a Saturday night around 22:30. Deja Vu is a nude club. Alcohol is not served inside and anyone 18 and over can visit. I had a free admission pass, but the club will only knock off $5 of the $20 cover charge. They claim $15 of their $20 cover is a fee to cover your unlimited refills on juices and sodas, and only $5 is the actual entrance fee. You pass by the entrance to their sex shop on the way inside the club, which seems to always be devoid of customers. If you want to rent booth seating, it costs $25. I ordered a Coke from my small table. The soda comes in a plastic cup that is about 12 ounces at the most, and it is always filled with a lot of ice. This is planned so that you continually have to ask for refills and end up tipping the waitresses more, although it seemed like many guys were cheap and would not even give their waitress a buck for refilling their cup! You also have to be prepared to get hit up by every server (four on Saturday night) constantly. It would be better if each waitress just had a designated section of tables to take care of, so you only had to deal with one of them through the night. Lexi was the most attractive of the four waitresses.

There is a drink hustle in effect where if a dancer sits down with you at your table or booth, a waitress will approach like a heat-seeking missile and ask if you want to buy the dancer an overpriced drink. Also, when you take a dancer back to the private dance booths, a waitress will follow you and then pressure you to “buy the lady a drink”. I just said “no” everytime and could not even tell you how much they charge for the dancer drinks, but I do know the dancers usually do not even want them. The juice just ends up getting poured out and wasted, which is in itself a reason to not contribute to Deja Vu’s drink scam.

There is a main stage with two stationary poles. There are also two round satellite stages, each with a stationary pole, out in the seating area. Dancers were performing one song on the main stage, and then dancing one song on each of the two satellite stages. The strippers would strip down to nude on the main stage, but would only strip down to topless on the satellite stages if guys were tipping. If no one was tipping at the satellite stages, the dancers would not take anything off. Songs were cut to three minutes. If tippers showed up late to main stage, and the DJ wanted to give the dancer a chance to make more money, he could extend the song out for additional thirty second increments. The DJ was constantly running his mouth over the sound system, telling the patrons retarded jokes and pushing some nonalcoholic drink they make called ‘Sex with a Showgirl’. No, we customers don’t want some drink covered in whipped cream that alludes to sex with a stripper, we actually want to have sex with the showgirls and pump our cream inside them.