In Utah, all Trails Lead to Satan

In my Utah strip club journey, I finally made it to the legendary Trails. Trails is the strip club that has been voted #1 in the local alternative weekly's Best of Utah guide (https://www.cityweekly.net/utah/best-of-utah-2018/BestOf?oid=11652100&storyPage=13) for years and years. I don't think it's ever been dethroned. There isn't a ton of competition since SLC is the opposite of Portland, with probably the lowest amount of strip clubs per capita.

So my expectations were high if this was supposed to be the best club in the humble and underrated SLC scene. Trails is the closest club to downtown, sitting in a quickly gentrifying neighborhood that is turning warehouses into chic town homes. I parked in the increasingly crowded parking lot due to an apt building that has been newly built right next door. No charge and no valet.

The outside looks like an apocalyptic makeshift outpost. I walked through the black door and into a hallway. No one was there to greet me so I just walked through another door into the main area. The bar is all the way on the left where most of the seating is. The stage is long with multiple poles and goes from right to left as you enter the place. There are chairs all around the stage and another open area to the right of the entrance, but this seemed closed or off limits for now. The place was strangely bright with a high ceiling and I think there were some windows letting in natural light.