On the last afternoon of the year, I swung into the Gold Club for no good reason except I didn't have anywhere more pressing to be. As ever, it's like someone pressed pause the last time I walked out. Gracie -- who is Thai and used to dance in a galaxy far, far away and long, long ago, and under a different name -- is behind the bar, sporting an engagement ring so large and bright that it is visible from ISS. Tigra held court at barside. There were 7 dancers present. 3 white, 2 of whom were ample. 3 latin, 1 of whom was large. And 1 african american, who was large where it mattered and small where that mattered. A group of 4 union guys were occupying the floor seats, while the bar was occupied by one older gent, one hefty gent and a construction worker. In the back, a guy who looked like Jabba the Hut was hanging out with one of the trim latinas. I did enjoyed my libations. Watched two rotations of dancers. Some lazy. Some energetic. Chatted with Tigra and Gracie. Enjoyed one, then two, then three drinks. And went on my way.
Same as it ever was.... - Review of Gold Club • 1416 Chancellor Street
Philadelphia, PA 19102 - tuscl
