Yawn. Stretch. That was kinda...

Yawn. Stretch. That was kinda my reaction. I suppose I'd cut them a break for it being a Monday night, but nonetheless, it was so dead I wondered why they bothered to be open. The dancers were attractive enough, but the vibe I got suggested that I would not have much fun if I shelled out for a very expensive dance. It was the same kind of feeling I used to get in those Times Sq places long ago when TImes Sq. was Time Sq. and entertainers would promise you the moon and stars and deliver some rip off version that fit the literal truth of what they offered but was far less than what might have been implied in the sales pitch. (OK, I just dated myself, didn't I?) Always makes ya feel like a chump and who wants to feel like a chump. You're so much better off passing up the offer.