The word of the day, "Lackluster"

This is an amalgamation of a few weekend visits in the last couple of months. The place is not that hard to find, just take the Smithton exit and make your way to the back of the Flying J. The parking lot is not that bad; it looks shady but it's well lit towards the road.

The first red flag is the $22 cover fee. I paid less in upscale clubs on special nights with feature dancers and/or pay-per-view fights. "But what about the complimentary beer" you might ask? Yeah, yeah, yeah, the bartender gives you free beer, but it's only canned Coors or Miller Lite, and you still tip her a buck or two. So the "free beer" is not an excuse that justifies the $22 rip-off. At least not for me.

I usually grab a can and make my way to the stage. It is an elevated island with plenty of seating around two poles. The girls get undressed in pairs to three song sets, changing poles each song. Some go fully naked by the third song, but some keep their panties on. I liked Molly, Lacey, Violet, Nina, India, and some others whose name escape me at the moment.