My Own Private Club

This place is becoming a problem for me. The four chicken sliders are a better deal than most lunch entrees downtown, and the desserts are so nice.

I was the only PL at Downtown Cabaret at 1:30 on Thursday. I felt guilty that my arrival required the girls to begin rotating on the stage. When I mentioned it to them at the tip rail they were uniformly polite and convincing liars about how they were happy to dance for just me. And isn't that what we're all really looking for-convincing liars?

This uniquely clean and polished-mahogany club has a big stage with a wall of lights behind (I'll date myself and wonder if the wall is a tipped-up 1970's-era lighted dance floor from when it was Schiek's nightclub - "Home of the Sextets" - I kid you not). It has a second stage that I've never seen in use, but I've only been there (this century) in the daytime.