Thursday afternoon, Jan. 22, 2009. ...

Thursday afternoon, Jan. 22, 2009. Place comfortably full with a lot of business suits. Must be the last hurrah for auto execs. A club full of lazy, fat, old and untalented dancers made me wonder what I was doing here. And waiting for a waitress was a waste of time. When she came I could not get a menu and ordered in the blind. Service was sloooow. Then she sticks the bill in my face without asking if I wanted anything else. I paid, left no tip and left. Had a wad to blow, but went to another club. The glitz makes this club look great, but the performance leaves a lot to be desired. They are riding a the reputation of a magazine which, after Chapter 11, is a mere shadow of former greatness.