I stopped by the other afternoon. Located right off of Rt. 35, access is easy and there is lots of parking, at least during the day. The yard is fenced, so nobody is going to see you coming in. No cover charge, and a Budweiser was $8. Stunningly the bartender ever brought back the correct change without tipping herself. Set up is Modern Jersey Standard, that is, rectangular bar with a stage in the middle. Televisions set up around the bar with ESPN on.
The last time I was here the place struck me as a regulars bar. I was probably there a hour and talked to one girl. The others were tied down to either their phones or to someone at the bar. This time was different. There were three girls working when I arrived, two white chicks and a Latina, probably Cuban, who was set up right by the door. She accosted me as soon as I arrived - I didn’t even have a chance to get a drink first. Her English was pretty good. I wasn’t really interested even after she told me her menu and her pricing, “I can work a deal for you because it’s so slow.” She didn’t really take the hint when I wasn’t interested in her wares. No handshake offered barside, which led me to wonder how real her offer was.
The second girl approached me while I was talking to the first one, which I’m pretty certain violates some sort of strip club protocol or something. She was blonde, with long curly hair, probably 5’6” or so. Huge knockers, no visible tats. She also seemed somewhat spacey, even by dancer standards. She danced, I tipped, and I thought that was the end of it. She then proceeds to bail on the dance and come around the bar to me. “Let’s go,” she said. Where, I asked. “For that lap dance you wanted.” I did? Okay, digging the boldness, let’s take her for a test drive.
The lap dance area is in the back, and is a long open bench. $20 for three minutes, and she set a timer on her phone. Space Cadet Blondie proceeds to give me a really tepid air dance. It was totally PG. At some point she finally leaned back on me and briefly shows me her boob (singular). “No touching in the three minute dance,” she said, and then proceeded to try to sell me a room. “I have a condom,” she breathed in my ear, “and we can do anything you want.” I am so not feeling it or her, literally and figuratively, that I never asked what the cost was. I do know the 15 minute VIP was $125, and based upon the first girls pricing, I’m betting her tip was in the $150 range all in.
I only briefly saw the third woman, a shorter brunette with a few tats. She seemed to be doing a brisk business, so it might be worth returning to see what she’s all about.
