An hour of my life I won’t get back.

Stopped at PH Detroit , renamed no longer Penthouse Club, around 9 a couple fridays ago with a friend. Pass through a couple of sets of large doors to enter the club. Was told to drop the managers name Jimmy at the door to get cover waived. It worked. Unfortunately that was the best part of the night. The club is to the left of the entrance. The bar is on the right next to the door. I decided to sit there. Small bar, maybe 12 seats. Mostly full when I arrived. 3 girls and 5 customers sitting at the bar. Booths on both sides of the club and a couple rows of tables stage side. Only one booth and one table occupied at this time. The stage is in the center of the club. No girls on stage when I arrived. About 15 minutes into my visit before one of the girls went on stage. Not much of a loss. The three girls were all overweight and not at all attractive to me.

As soon as I sat down bartender was right over to get my drink order. And then immediately asked if I would buy her a shot. Biggest mistake of the night was when I said yes. Approximately every 10-15 minutes after she would come by and ask for another. Incredibly annoying. As soon as we finished our first drinks my friend told me we had made a pretty bad mistake coming here. I couldn’t really disagree. We stayed for a little over an hour, hoping it would improve. It didn’t really. No dancers approached us. 2 other dancers did appear right before we left. One forgettable the other was decent looking. Our drinks and one for the bartender totaled 105.00. Called the Uber, paid the tab, left the building and can’t foresee ever returning. An hour of my life I won’t get back.