Just stay home.

I was in Cincinatti on a Wednesday for work and crossed the river to check out the limited club options for the area. The Brass Bull was like no other club I had ever been in before. It had a storefront entrance on the street with some old signs in the windows. When I walked in there was just a large well lit empty room with no signs that the club was open or anyone was there. I finally way made my way to the back of the place and found the actual club. This place is a time capsule inside a time capsule. Seems like parts of it MIGHT have been updated in the 80s, but other than that it looks like it has not changed since the 70s.

The club was very dead. There was a raised area over to the side that had a customer and a dancer hanging out, and there was one other dancer at the bar. I believe the beers were about $6 for domestic, but I could be wrong. The other dancer eventually went with another customer leaving the club pretty empty with nothing even playing on the jukebox.

Eventually one of the customers at the bar put something on the jukebox. The vibe of the place was quite depressing and eventually I bailed when I realized there were only the 2 dancers. I can't comment on the quality of the dancers or dances, beause I was unable to get any. Writing this review to save anyone else who is passing through some time.