TL; DR: Don’t bother, just don’t.

My tour of central PA clubs continued this week, and I’ve gotta say, it really sucks to be a PL out in Pennsyltucky.

I found myself with time to kill in Harrisburg recently and thought I might check this place out. As has been described, it’s a nondescript storefront on a relatively busy main drag. Parking in the attached lot is easy, and there is a fenced off portion so that no one can see the poor decision you’ve made by going in.

It’s attached to an adult toy store, and you enter there to pay the $10 admission to the club. The woman working the counter was certainly nice enough, and her dog, Douglas, was very nice to meet. Sadly, the dog was the high point of the visit.