sinclair's Review

I went to Bar Mania after midnight on a Wednesday night. I parked along the street. There was a $5 cover charge, and I had to walk through a metal detector. The inside is dark with blacklights providing illumination. Upon entering, the bar is along the front wall. There is a round island stage in the middle of the floorplan with two pole positions. Dancers rarely performed on stage. This is basically a club to drink and chat with dancers and then get private dances with them. Sincweisers were $8. I bought a tequila shot for a dancer for $5. The music was mostly hip hop and EDM.

There were eight dancers working. Two of the dancers were white and looked to be around forty years old. The other six dancers were black. The black dancers seemed to be mostly in their twenties and of various African or Afro-Caribbean origins. As soon as I got a Sincweiser and took a seat, the two older white dancers approached me and pushed double dances. One was blonde, and one had black hair. Both had a prominent mole on their chin, and both of them were silicone-pumped. It wouldn’t have surprised me if both of these dancers had been in the game for two decades. I knew my focus was going to be on the twenty-something dark meat.

–Sinclair Dancer Sheet–