What the ... ?

$10 cover, pat down. Head inside and the 'stage', such as it is, it's like 10 feet long and 5 feet wide with one pole, is an island inside of the circular bar. Chairs around the bar, and a fair number of tables on slightly elevated levels outside of that. Looked like a second stage on the other side of the bar but it wasn't in use. I don't know about the private dance areas as I never got there. Also can't review the rest room. There is a staircase leading down to the stage from some upstairs area, which was how the dancers entered.

The girls were almost all hot. Bottoms off on the final song of the set. But with this setup the bar acted as a moat around the stage so there was no way to speak with the dancer, or to do the slide the bill under the string style of tipping, of which I am a fan. Instead, customers crumpled up a dollar bill and threw it at the stage. Weirdest damn thing I've ever seen. UNTIL ... a customer at the bar, and later one at one of the slightly elevated tables, made it rain (without crumpling), with the result being some dollars on stage and lots of dollars on the floor of the bar. One guy folded the bill into a triangular 'football', like you did when you were in school, and 'kicked' it (flicked with his finger if you're not that old) onto the stage. The dancers must spend a lot of time uncrumpling bills and trying to clean the ones that have been on the floor.

Jack & Coke was only $8. The bartender was incredibly slow with a fat, saggy ass. She might get away with being slow if she was hot, but ... no. There was a second bartender, somewhat better body but still slow to come around.

The dancers, when they came off stage and eventually got back to the bar area, went right back to the guys they were hanging out with before their set. I don't like to interrupt someone else's time with a girl, and none visited me (no "wanna dance?" here apparently), so after two drinks I moved on. This place just isn't a good match for me.

I suppose I'll get the "not enough information" rejections since I don't know the lap dance prices and haven't given names of the girls (honestly I forget them as soon as I left, having no intention of returning). Oh well, it is what it is.