With strip clubs, massage parlors, and coffee shops, it seems like a waste of time to go to places like Distractions. Yes, you get to drink beers while you take in the sights but the only contact you’ll be getting is the kind you’d be ashamed to want. I’ll explain in the last section of my review...
The eye candy is hit and miss. Yes you read that right. Hit AND miss. Besides Chaslynne, Gretchen, Lynn, and Brianna, the talent here tends to look weathered, dazed, and confused, like Suicide Girl rejects but less classy.
Beers are like a few bucks more than you’d pay at a normal restaurant, with most of the options in bottles and a few on tap. If you’re expecting the girls to lend you an ear like a trusty bartender, don’t come after work or later at night... you’ll just be one of the other schmucks thirsting for a hello how are you babe?
I’ve seen some light groping by a few older regulars but this is not the place for that... strangest thing I’ve seen anywhere was this old shrimpy chap punching Chaslynne’s ample assets like a speed bag. Spend your money elsewhere, this place isn’t a tease, it’s a reminder of where SL
