This Could Be a Gem of a Club

Based on the number of positive reviews for this place it seemed a natural layover on a recent cross-country trip. It looked to have easy access to the highway and plenty of nearby lodging. My GPS took me to the general location but I couldn’t find anything that looked remotely “strip clubby”. I actually circled the lot; the area is a massive truck stop. Eventually I peeked in the doors of what looked like a small office or apartment building and saw some signage that read Filly. I parked and walked in, and with no one at the front desk proceeded directly to the bar. I tried to order a drink but the bartender said I needed a wristband. She called over the front desk guy who charged me a $15 cover. Wristband on, I went back to the bar and discovered their selection was two light beers or Coke. The upshot was drinks were free – accounting for the otherwise ridiculous cover.

Filly is one of those clubs where I wonder what it was in a past life; the building is large, with two stages, a massive backroom for dances, and a downstairs I didn’t explore. The ceiling has beautiful wood paneling, it may have been a lodge or large restaurant. Anyways, there were maybe 8-10 girls on rotation, most I would rate as 5 or below, but one beautiful spinner brunette. They did a two song set, and I threw her a stack of ones and told her to come visit me. Apparently her phone had more allure, because she sat there like a bump on a log for the rest of the night. The crowd started to thin out after midnight, and the DJ extoled the remaining people to sit at the rail and throw ones, or they were going to shut down early. I was out of ones, as was the bartender, so I was sent to the private dance area for change. While waiting I saw that each room had a camera, which led me to believe whatever fun could have been had here doesn’t happen anymore. I got my ones, but by 1245 they called it for the night, a far cry from the 2am promised online.

It appears this club is under new management, and for what I can see things have taken a turn for the worse. That club should have been jam-packed with the truckers sleeping right next door, and girls should have been hustling for a buck. I can see the potential of the place, but it wasn’t there this night.