A couple of weekends ago I...

A couple of weekends ago I stopped on my way through Cadillac. The coffee is probably the only reason I keep going back. The coffee is good and fresh. I travel through on a semi regular basis, and it's nice to have a break from the road. The outside of the place is garish. Trust me, you can't miss the hot pink building with black silhouettes of nude dancers. The interior is dark - not just dark but dingy. The ventilation system is nearly non existent. The smoke hangs so heavy in the place that you can hardly see across the room. There still is no private or even semi private dance area. The hard plastic chairs in the dance area don't do anything for the atmosphere.

I found one really hot blond to my liking, but she was too tied up looking bored and chatting up her regulars. She wasn't dancing, but didn't have time for a stranger in town. The one dancer who did approach me was a gorilla - the gorilla might have smelled better. I'm not a smoker, and I know that the culture in strip clubs presumes both patrons and dancers smoke. I'm sorry but that just turns me off. Bad enough in a nice club, but with the smoke hanging as thick as it was, I could still smell the rank stale cigarette smoke on that dancer. We chatted a few, but when I made it clear that I wasn't interested in a dance from her, she left in a huff. Typically I'll tip a dancer who takes the time to chat a few before hustling a dance - even if I don't buy a dance. Not this time. Too much attitude topped off this marginal facility.

If it wasn't for the excellent coffee I'd set this rating to a 1 at best.