sinclair's Review
This strip club is no longer known as Bar La Tigresse. It is now called Cabaret Chez Elle. I went to Cabaret Chez Elle on a Saturday night at 22:30. There is a tiny parking lot with space for only about four cars behind the building, so patrons have to park along 12th Street or in the parking lot for Tiger Geant. There was no cover charge to get in. The building was small, less than 1,200 square feet I would estimate, and crammed with patrons. The front wall has a moon-shaped bar. A Sincweiser was $7.75. For whatever reasons, there were a lot of Guatemalan and Honduran recent immigrants hanging out at this strip club drinking Corona and Modelo. The bartender was a buzzed, fake-tittied, caramel freak. The sheer number of people trying to get drinks meant the service was very slow. I almost walked out in frustration and went to another bar. However, the bartender being drunk paid off later in the night, as she gave me a couple beers and never asked for payment. Music was played off a TouchTunes jukebox next to the bar. Customers were welcome to play songs.
There is a small stage in the corner that was barely used. It seems like dancers only go on stage when they want to. Most of the time, the dancers were out on the floor drinking and socializing with customers. The stage has a chair in the shape of a stiletto. If you tip the dancer, you can sit in the stiletto chair and be grinded on as part of that dancer’s stage performance. It seems like stage contact was anything goes. I didn’t notice any bouncers, but some bikers dropped in later in the evening.
There were five dancers working: Jane, Kitty, Pixie, Summer, and Tammy. All of the dancers were Caucasian. The two youngest and best-looking dancers left before midnight after they had made some money; I assumed they wanted to meet up with their friends at another bar or nightclub. The remaining three dancers seemed to all be in their late twenties or early thirties. Four closets the size of phone booths along the walls were the venue for lap dances. Each closet had a cheap chair inside and a see-through white curtain hanging over its opening that provided no privacy from the rest of the room. Contact was two-way, and dancers got fully nude if you did more than one song. Lap dances were $20 per song. I did three songs with Pixie. She put in a good effort, but she was sweating a lot and smelling a little from being in demand all night.
You have to go outside to smoke, and you are not allowed to take your drinks outside of the building with you. The washroom does not have a door. Half of the bar can watch you taking a piss in the washroom. There didn’t seem to be a dress code. If you are looking for a true gentlemen’s club experience, Cabaret Chez Elle is lacking. This club is more like a neighborhood bar that just so happens to have dancers. Most people just come here to drink and act goofy. The ladies focus more on selling private dances than showing their wares on stage. If I was stuck in Sherbrooke for the night, I might drop in for a couple beers. However, I wouldn’t drive more than twenty minutes to visit Cabaret Chez Elle.
