Not worth a stop

Stopped by on a Thursday shortly after midnight, parking in front was all blocked off for VIP but I did find one spot behind the club.

Stopped at the front door by a bouncer who carrying enough weaponry to lead a coup in a small African republic, and after a thorough pat down I was allowed to enter and pay my $35 cover charge to a bouncer inside the door who then insisted on patting me down a second time.

As soon as I walked in the door I was hit by a wave of pot smoke that had me feeling like I’d likely see Cheech and Chong hanging out with Snoop Dog at the bar, but none of them were there only a few late teens early twenties guys and 8-10 heavyset black and Hispanic dancers.