Close call.

Arrived on a Wednesday right around 6 pm. $5 to park, paid outside, no cover before 7 pm.

The remodel really transformed the place. Used to be one floor, now has two levels. Seems like you have to be over 40 years old to go upstairs. Which was fine by me. Get in where you fit in.

$9 for a Red Bull.

There might have been 15-20 dancers. 80% cuban. 10% black or black Hispanic. One white girl who was kinda cute, nice body, friendly but hood. From the Bronx, irc. Basically a white skinned black girl.

Upstairs, I tried to sit back an assess the talent from a distance. The best looking dancer was doing shots and having drinks with a portly senior citizen. His hand remained clasped to her perfect butt for what seemed like an hour. I had $900 in my wallet, so I was tempted to just bulldog her away from him, but thought better of it. No telling how long he had left to live. I might be him one day.