If WalMart Were A Strip Club

The Pink Palace has been described as nauseam, so suffice it to say it’s a building, it has a few walls and a roof. There’s a bathroom that would make a 3rd world resident say “No way.” You pay a $10 cover and get your choice of a bottle of water - I have never gotten one where the seal has not been broken - or a soda. I went with the soda this time, which was watered down.

So much for culinary variety.

The set up is the usual Jersey Standard, a rectangular stage surrounded by the bar. The dancers usually kind of lounge around the stage and very little real “dancing” goes on up there. When I visited it was unusual - T***** was actually doing pole tricks when I arrived. T***** is a blonde American woman, fit, trim, not exactly a spring chicken, man-mades, but attractive nonetheless. The dollar parade is endless here, UNLESS you get lucky and your desired dancer gets to you relatively quickly.