Nice looking club on the inside,...

Nice looking club on the inside, if a little heavy on the polished metal styling. The walls and ceiling kind of made me feel like I was inside one of those 80's style popcorn cooking bags, but if there had been any girls in stage I probably wouldn't have noticed. The club had just opened, and they only had two dancers dressed and on the floor. But still, that's two dancers dressed and on the floor and with a few customers in the place they could have fired up the stage. When I was over at Diamond Girls I was sitting at the bar alone with my beer and they put a girl on stage. Customer service isn't dead everywhere, but this place didn't earn a gold star the day I was there. The place had a pool table, also known as the top way to occupy one's time while waiting for things to pick. This is a personal thank you to the owner of this club by way of Monte the manager for the bizarre policy of not allowing staff to shoot pool if any customers are in the house. Now I'll grant you that if the place is busy, it's probably a good thing that your people aren't tying up the only pool table if customers are waiting. But let's reflect a moment on what the situation is if a customer has basically gone from asking the dancers, to the door guy, to the bouncer if they want to shoot a game...he is probably bored completely off his ass and wondering if something interesting is going to happen. The have these things called exceptions to the rule for times like this.

Savannah had joined me by then at a table near the front, where I had discovered a flattened can of Red Bull makes a pretty good ramp for launching quarters into ash trays. We had a pretty interesting chat and she did her best to entertain me since nothing else was going on (and I'd decided I wouldn't shoot pool with myself just on principle). Since she was taking the time to chat with me I'd contemplated getting a dance as a thank you or leaving her a reasonable tip, but she decided to talk down to me over something completely insignificant and that pretty much did it for me and this club. When a customer is clearly having a bad time, you can let him have a little fun at the club's expense. Since she hadn't realized she unintentionally offended me, I let it go and started thinking about what to do next. There was a blonde in an evening gown about three feet away who looked pretty good, but was more interested in smoking her cigarette and Jessica the waitress than introducing herself so I decided to find Southside Johnny's and didn't look back. I actually had a pretty good time at the Harper's II car wash around back before walking in here so it was a little puzzling how one place gets such high marks on customer service and the other is so clueless. They have different management. I asked. When I drove by again on the way from SSJ's out of town the parking lot had more cars so maybe at that point the club was actually open for business...