Went because I was curious, but... curiosity killed the cat. Never again.

Damn, I feel bad filling out this review, I really do. My standards aren't so high and I'm normally easy to please. That said, I'm forced to give it pretty bad ratings in every category.

I visited this place a couple months ago, just before COVID got big and everything shut down, but I'll try and recount it as accurately as possible. It was my first time in this club. I only started getting into the strip club scene in the past year, and so far even though not every place was my favorite, and sometimes I just went in, enjoyed a few beers and went home, I never actually had a terrible time. That all changed with Pinky's.

I had driven past a few times, and despite seeing the other bad reviews on here, I was curious so I decided to swing by. I'll admit as a shy and scrawny white dude I was at least a bit intimidated of getting out of my car. A bunch of people were just sitting in their cars outside blasting music (nothing to be afraid of, but again, I'm a shy and scrawny white dude. It is a black club, but I'd have been just as intimidated if everyone outside was white).