What the Crazy Horse is Like Being Run by the McDonald's of Strip Clubs

Walked in and paid the cover. Went around the bend inside and this place seemed like it used to be darker. It's still dim, but it's bright enough to keep track of people, over 40% of which filtered straight in from the rough cut of neighborhood outside.

Deja Vu posts signs on the wall with pricing for one to three dances. Third price is for what they call "Platinum." The choices can be all disappointing, being that if you just want one or two get ready to be upsold by the stripper or the house, and if you get a platinum, it's not even that good. Do you want three of a non-platinum dance? You can't, three has to be the platinum. The strippers don't do air dances. They do this thing where they sit on your hipbones. It doesn't feel tushy at all, and the seats are too short. The more comfortable place is that alcove area with actual couches.

It was a Saturday night, which everybody knows can be a pretty terrible time to go to any strip club, but the tradeoff is that many of the best or hottest show up then. Unfortunately out of the 20 strippers that I saw, only two were mildly memorable. One could work the pole and actually went to the top, the other took care of herself and went to the gym. Besides them, everyone else had extra cushion, and not a lot of pole tricks, which is good if you're into that. I couldn't tell if this place needs a team rebuild or they are where they want to be.