sinclair's Review

I made a couple visits to BT’s Executive Club. The first visit was at 13:30 on a Saturday afternoon, and the second visit was at 22:00 on a Saturday night. There was a $10 valet charge. It is possible to find street parking if you know the area. There was no cover charge during my day shift visit. There was a $20 cover during my night shift visit. There was a mandatory coat check. I was wearing a zip-up hooded sweatshirt, and they made me take it off. The coat check was $2. Another guy inside the club was wearing a pullover sweatshirt, and he was not required to take it off. By BT’s logic, a pullover sweatshirt is not considered a coat, but a zip-up sweatshirt is considered a coat. I was freezing cold in the club just wearing a t-shirt. You can’t just go sit anywhere; a host takes you to a seat. I was put in my own restaurant-style booth during the daytime sortie and assigned a stool at the bar during the night visit.

There is a nice bar taking up most of the length of the right side of the room. Sincweisers were $8 in twelve ounce bottles. I made the mistake of buying a dancer a shot and a Red Bull, which came out to a steep $24. The gentlemen’s club has a kitchen (open until 02:00) with a dedicated cook, so I decided to eat there on one visit. I got a corned beef sandwich with fries for $17. It was pretty good. The main stage is a long rectangle island stage with two pole positions. There are also two more stages on the left side of the room that are used when the club gets busy at night. These backup stages are split by a stairway. The left runway is longer and has two poles, while the shorter runway on the right has one pole. During peak hours, there will be four dancers performing at any given time: two on the main stage and one on each of the auxiliary stages. There is upper level seating on the left side of the room for groups and high rollers. An ATM and vending machine are in a hallway opposite the washrooms. The ATM has a maximum withdrawal of $200 with a $20 fee per transaction. A pack of Marlboro Reds was a ridiculous $15 in the vending machine.

The day shift had ten dancers. Six dancers were white, three were Cuban, and one was African-American. Most of the talent was ripped up from childbirth, too old, or just not up to my beauty standards. Only one of the Cubans on the day shift was bangable. I counted at least twenty-two dancers on the night shift. Close to half of them appeared to be Cubans. Dancers were much more attractive on the night shift; it was close to being a 7-UP factory. There were a lot of dancers in the 7 to 9 range. Half of the dancers on the night shift were Cuban, while the other half were mostly Caucasian. There seems to be face control. There never seemed to be more than two black dancers per shift. Most dancers are athletic, slim, or average body types. Porkers are barred from working here. For whatever reason, I did not observe much of a stage tipping culture here. I think if you tip the stage, you will definitely get a dancer to come find you when she gets done with her set. It seems most of the patrons save their bucks for the private rooms.