Awful, they treat their paying customers like the scum of the earth

I've been here three times in the past few months. The first time, back in July, the visit went ok, except the "talent" ranged from mediocre to literally nauseating in terms of looks. The second time, just a week ago, also went ok, and I think the dancers weren't as nasty looking as before. They have uniformed cops checking id's and patting people down. I got what I think must have been the roughest pat down I've ever had anywhere from one of the cops. I imagine it must be the exact same pat down they'd give a criminal they were arresting. (Not saying it's such a big deal, but just throwing it out there.)

During my third visit last Friday, it turns out they had mandatory jacket check. Funny, I don't recall it being mandatory just a week ago, or maybe I just forgot. If I knew, I would've just left it in my car. So when I was leaving, I give the girl my tag, and she brings me the WRONG JACKET. I let her know this isn't mine and give it back to her, and this is where the trouble starts (I don't drink and was completely sober, BTW).

She won't give me my jacket until I describe it to her satisfaction. I tried to tell her both outer and inner colors (I think the inner color is quite distinctive), but she didn't even seem to listen and only got the outer color, saying there's five jackets with that color. She kept insisting I tell her the size and brand. Like, seriously, I don't care about clothing brands. I couldn't have even told her what brand shoes I was wearing. And the size? Um, whatever fits me. Obviously quite large, but why would I need to remember the exact size? A line of customers is forming behind me, and she tells me to think about the jacket brand while she takes care of them. I tried explaining that I don't know and will not recall the brand, but she rudely tells me to step aside and starts taking care of others.