Boy, I wish I could be...

Boy, I wish I could be around when the last few reviewers stop for a dance. It's a nice place inside, far beyond the Playhouse or GoGoRama in appearance, and the bar and floor staff are pleasant, but every dancer I've encountered has been after the extra dollar in a coldly mercenary fashion.

At the Playhouse you pay your $30 and if you enjoy the experience you ask for another dance. I've never, repeat, never, been held up for a tip in advance at the PH. Here the accepted approach seems to be to demand money for extras before the action starts. If you decline, the dancer, who often appears to lose her ability to speak English at that moment, also loses all interest in the dance. So you've spent $30 to have a lame dance and been treated like a jerk.

I've seen that scenario play out three times now, most recently last week during Red Sox-Indians game 5. Either my luck is awful or I look like a sucker. I'll wait a while before I try again.