Well, well, well… you never can tell.

Clancy’s has been described ad nauseum, but again… Residential neighborhood. Nondescript building attached to a liquor store. Two entrances. Small stage midway down the bar. LD room in the back. Communal. 4 chairs.

This was a bustling Friday night with a good number of dancers. One in particular caught my eye right away. A stacked Dominican called Michelle. She has manmade upper and lower, but both were done by Michelangelo. Now, I know… “dude your last review of this place was all about how you should avoid the Dominicans and stick with the Brazilians.” And that’s it’s exactly why I waited and has a couple sodas before deciding to give her a shot. I’m glad I did!

We went back for a dance and she was great. Very accommodating and chill. Full access to the maestro’s handwork up top and she didn’t pad the dance count at all. I had to call it after one because I was getting close and wanted to maybe try out someone else. Well, after thinking about it, I took Michelle for a second round and left with a spring in my step.