That parking lot is an accident...

That parking lot is an accident waiting to happen. I'll keep this one quick. There's a stage in its own little room off to the right when you walk in. This place is thug (and wish I was a thug) central. If you happen to not be a thug, you'll want to don your best thug gear (or at least a shirt without a collar and some jeans) to not confuse everyone when you walk in. I'm having a little fun with the place because nobody really bothered me after they stared a bit, but the crowd in some of these places makes Irving's in Capitol Heights look downright classy by comparison. The girls looked ok, but didn't seem to know whether they should talk to me even after I tipped a few dollars. They all said thank you, though, and were polite. Finally took a seat at the bar and ordered a kamikaze. This is noteworthy only because the difference between a rail shot and grey goose was a whopping $5.00 ($4.50, the one I bought, vs $9.50). It got cleared up quick, though, because the shot I thought I ordered arrived as a pretty big drink that was poured strong. Since I had at least a half hour drive ahead of me I drank a little over half of it and headed for the door. Natalie was the blonde bartender in the his predominantly black club and can make quite the drink. She also was easy on the eyes and was stacked. Did actually have a chat with one of the dancers. Stage name was Star, and she been dancing there for a year or two after leaving the college down the street. Learned a bit about the fashion industry before rolling out. Placed seemed fine for the locals. Out of towners avoid unless you're hip hop to the core and dress that way.