The Pink Palace Rides Again. If you’re looking for the McDonalds of strip clubs, this is your place. Not very nutritious, but cheap and filling.

THE PLACE - This “Pink Palace” is, surprisingly, pink. Neon pink. See it from the international space station pink. Subtle is not this place’s strong point. If you are looking to sneak in and out without being seen it will be difficult because the front door faces Rt. 130, a busy highway. The facility is tired, the bathroom hasn’t been cleaned since the Nixon administration (which is also when some of the dancers might have started working here). The cover charge was $10 and no longer includes a bottle of water, for which I was charged $5. Pro Tip - check the seal on the water bottle. Several times I’ve gotten bottles with broken seals, so I’m betting they take them off the bar, refill and resell. Ugh.

THE PEOPLE - I went on a weekday mid-afternoon and it was packed. Lots of customers and boat load of entertainers. The “dancing” is the usual Jersey set up - a rectangular stage behind the bar, and the women mostly parade around and shake their money makers while up there. Pole tricks and the like are not on the menu. The dollar parade is relentless - I went through 15 singles in about as many minutes. I felt like chum surrounded by sharks..

THE ENTERTAINERS - Lots of electrons have been used to describe the women here previously, suffice it to say if you’re looking for gorgeous 20-somethings you’ve gone to the wrong place. If older women are your style there are some good choices here. Most are probably in their 40’s or better, not a lot of tatted up chicks. Most of the women have Eastern European accents (which is not attractive to me). Most are in good shape, I didn’t see any heavy ones in the hour or so that I was there. As noted in other reviews, the dollar parade is relentless, and lots of heavy stick shifting happens at barside. I had texted ahead for the schedule and knew (thanks to reviews here) who I wanted to see and who to avoid.