Mediocre Monday

Sugar on 44th (get it, get it?) is a mildly erratic club in terms of talent and service. It's a roll of the dice whenever you go but, like a casino, the odds of hitting big keep you coming back even when you lost all your money on the pass line last time around.

One stage, to the left as you enter, bar to the right. Two song sets, I ordered a Coke as it wasn't five yet and paid with a $10, which I let the bartender keep. No cover as it was early on a Monday.

There were a surprising number of dancers working on a weekday. I counted over ten, including Paris, Ava, and Victoria, among others whose names I do not remember.