The Playhouse delivers. As always.

I found myself in the area of the Pink Palace on a weekday afternoon with time to kill and the siren call of the standard PH experience lured me in.

We’ve discussed the physical facility endlessly, but for those who are new, it’s pink, it’s on Route 130, and the entrance/walk of shame is right out front. Upon entering the bar you’re greeted with the standard Jersey arrangement of stage behind the bar. The dancers generally dance for two songs, some may get topless, and then they circulate for for tips when they get offstage. A little OTP action is standard issue bar side. There was probably seven to ten women working.

The tip parade is relentless, but you can usually find what or who you want in 30 minutes or so, so it’s manageable. I had a brief conversation with Mercedes while I was there. She (at least bar side) was back to the pleasant woman she used to be a few years ago, and not the transparently bitchy woman she has been of late. I was tempted, but chose to pass because I’m not sure what her gig is in the back now. It used to be really good, pre-Covid.