Kind of a waste of time

I wish I had nicer things to say. The place is highly rated so as always YMMV.

This is literally a barn out in the middle of a small crossroads town kind of in the middle of nowhere. It's like there's a gas station, a Farmer's Insurance office, a feed store, a nudie bar, and aunt Faye's house before you head out if town. Why they didn't call it The Titty Barn I have no idea.

The whole place had kind of a weird vibe to it. No one was especially friendly. I never had a dancer chat me up much less be offered a private dance, nor did I see anyone there take one. It was 3° out and the place was kind of on the chilly side. They played the absolute worst of no-talent-required-drum-machine-and-an-attitude hip-hop, chosen it seems solely upon the frequency of the words 'wet pussy', 'fuck', 'money', and 'nigga'. No DJ meant there was almost always a 5 second gap of dead silence between songs while the girls picked songs off a computer screen. Honestly, the silence was a welcome relief from the alternative but it did play Hell with the flow.