Stopped in on a Friday evening...

Stopped in on a Friday evening and was surprised that this venue has become a NO SMOKING club. You can get a wristband and be treated like the outcasts you see standing outside most office complexes, huddling around their cancer six for a nicotine fix. I left my pack in the car and decided to see how many 50 cent bottles of beer I could drown and mechanical lap dances I would endure before deciding to leave.

I started visiting HB's in it's Hey-Day's of the 80's and 90's and have watched dancers get their start here and move to more upscale or more comfortable venues. Shocked to find that some of the regulars were still gracing the stage and getting guys to buy lappers (Miko, Erica and a few Euro's).

If you like sitting in a rundown cavernous room with concrete floors and uncomfortable bar stools to see mostly young unskilled and sometimes enthusiastic dancers on three stages dancing in bikini tops for 2:25 an obscure song, this could be your Val Halla. The VIP room ain't fit for a VIP, MVP or GED. It sux, period. The Champagne Room is kinda like buying a "triple-wide." You're still in a trailer park with a bigger trailer.