sinclair's Review

I went to the King’s Inn on a late Saturday afternoon about 16:00. The exterior of the building is no longer the tacky pink color. However, the inside still looks like a 1960’s dive bar. There was no cover charge, and I walked through a non-manned metal detector upon entering. A twelve ounce Sincweiser was $6 and a glass of Coke from the bar's fountain gun was $4. The bar occupies the left wall. The right half of the back wall is a floor level stage surrounded by an almost waist-high wooden fence. The stage has one pole. Private dances take place in a community room with several couches in the corner of the front wall. There is a champagne room in the back left corner of the club past the bar. There is one pool table on the way to the washroom. There is a vending machine with overpriced snacks just inside the entrance.

The club was dead. There were never more than 3 or 4 customers at any given time. The clientele seemed very blue collar, like longshoremen and landscapers. By the time I left for dinner, I was the only customer in the whole club. There were five dancers working: three white, two black, and all were probably aged a minimum of thirty years. The stage was empty the entire two hours I was inside. Dancers tried to make their money by selling lap dances or champagne rooms. The corral would have made stage tipping difficult anyway.

--Sinclair Dancer Sheet--