A waste of time and money

Maybe it's just not my kind of club, but as soon as I arrived, I couldn't wait to leave. I suppose some guys really like the plastic and chrome "gentleman's club" vibe. I'm not one of them. As far as I was concerned, there was no vibe at all.

Or maybe I don't like paying $10 at the door while being told NO TOUCHING in no uncertain terms. All things considered, watching internet porn in my hotel room would have been more interesting -- and cheaper.

And while the girls were relatively attractive, they seemed to all be injection-cast in the same mold -- young, slender, B-cups -- and took the NO TOUCHING thing to heart, leaving significant space in between, just in case. I saw at least four dancers, but I think there may have been more.

The club was fairly large, with a long (two poles, if I remember right) stage in the center. It's size, plus the lack of customers (I was one of three) added to the lack of vibe.

This visit was one of six clubs I visited in a five-day swing through Wisconsin last week. It was probably my least favorite of the six (though a pair of clubs in Superior and Portage gave it a run for its money).