For those of you who don't know, this is a long, narrow bar on the corner of a semi-industrial, semi-residential neighborhood not to far from the interstate. They have about six feet or so of the sidewalk on the residential street side blocked off. They have a fence and umbrellas, so it is sort of private. The could have used another umbrella to block the sun. I have to say that this bar has always been a dump, so it is actually much more pleasant to sit outside in Paterson than inside. You still go inside for the toilets and, I think, dances.
When I was there there was a group of three guys who worked in some blue-collar job and a gnarly old white guy. There were several dancers. Except for the old bartender (who is black) the rest seemed to be Brazilian. One seemed to be youngish (<35), three probably in their late 30s with a bit more weight, and one probably in her mid-40s. One seemed a white American of indeterminate age who seemed either pregnant, except that she was smoking and drinking, so maybe she was just fat. Most seemed all attractive, if you like Brazilian MILFs who could probably lose 10 pounds. (I say that seriously.)
Two offered dances to me, with a bit more. I did not follow up on this. The prices offered seemed to be inline with what I had been offered in previous trips.
None of the women asked for tips. However, when I turned them down for dances, they started to ignore me. Which I guess is par for the course.
I had a beer, which tasted good in the heat. It was a very cold Coors light for $4.
I am not sure if this place is any worse because of the pandemic. I mean, I didn't go by at night, and I am not sure I want to drink on a Paterson street at night. I don't even know if they are open late.
The dancers really seemed about what was normal, although the Brazilian component was higher.
But this place has always been a dump so it really has no way to go but up. If you liked it before, you might like it now, too. I doubt it will win new friends.
I spent $4 total for 45 minutes. It was cheap, but you get what you pay for.
My first attempt with review was rejected as being incomplete and with not enough club details.
So here are some more club details: you could walk through the bar to get to the bathroom. There was soap in the bathroom, as well as a sign that you had to wear a mask inside. That said, nobody was wearing a mask inside.
They had a full array of bottom-shelf liquor. I had a can of Coors Lite. I am not sure what other people were drinking.
There were dances on offer. Dances meaning something extra, inside. There actually was not any dancing that I could see.
Just after I left, it began to pour. I am not sure if they closed when it was raining.
My summary would be: this bar seems to have made the transition fairly well from being a dive bar with older dancers who offer extras to being an outside bar with older dancers who offer extras. I did not partake in said extras, then or now, so I am not in a position to say whether looks are deceiving.
As always, Marcet is an experience. What adjective you use to modify experience is probably a matter of taste.
I am sorry if this review sounds incomplete. Incomplete is usually what I feel like after leaving Marcet.
