Only game in town, but it's an OK game
The first thing you'll see is the parking lot. It's not quite at "bombed runway during the way", but it's pretty rough. If your car rides low, you're not gonna have a good time parking there.
I arrived on Saturday night at 9:30. No cover, and it doesn't look like the ever have a cover charge. My first stop was the bar where I got a Corona for $8.75. Americans, don't have a cow - all prices in this review are in CAD, and the current conversion rate is about $1.32 CAD to $1.00 USD, making that roughly $6.50 US dollars. Thunder Bay is far enough from US shopping that, if they offered to take US dollars, you wouldn't get as good a conversion rate as you'd get by taking money from an ATM.
Speaking of ATMs - there's one just to your left when you walk in the door, which is at the corner of the building. Continuing along that wall to your left is the full bar, pretty well stocked. I didn't get prices for anything other than beer. Past the bar is the entrance to the dressing room. Turning to your right, along that wall are the bathrooms. In that area you'll find a single bar pool table (I didn't get the price to play). Continuing along that wall you'll find a large 10x10 "C"-shaped arrangement of couches, with the open end of the C facing the stage in the middle of the room.
That stage is about 15x25, with one pole in the center. I saw no one on stage until 10 PM, at which point dancers started doing three-song sets; the top came off at the beginning of the second song, and bottom came off at the start of the third song. Tipping was done by laying backwards on the stage with folding money in your teeth or on your forehead. Remember this is Canada, so folding money starts at $5. (No idea what reaction USD would get, but I wouldn't try it with a single dollar bill.) Dancers would typically use their boobs to retrieve the money, often preceded by some light teabagging.
The back of the room (starting from the back edge of the stage) is up two steps. The back corner, diagonally opposite from the entrance, has three VIP booths for private dances. These are draped-fabric enclosures, not hard walls. Each has two chair, facing each other; one with arms (for the person getting the dances) and one without (for the dancer). The back area itself is chock full of 12 tables, each with four chairs. These are all robust, almost chunky, and that makes the back area really crowded and hard to move around. The wall of that back area opposite from the VIP booths has four table-dance areas. These are completely visible to anyone in the back part of the room.
Any space I haven't mentioned also has tables and chairs. It's pretty chock full of seating. The DJ booth is along the wall that was to your right when you entered the room.
Lap dances are done topless for $20/song in the openly viewable area. Boobs were often fondled openly during these dances, and dancers gave pretty good grind both forward and backwards. Absolutely no touching of anything below the waist, either way.
Private dances in the VIP were $30/song and were done with top and bottom removed. (Some girls had fishnet body stockings or other coverage which weren't removed, but boobs and kitty were fully visible. I can't honestly call it "nude".) Again, boobs were enthusiastically rubbed on faces and otherwise fondled, and the grind was firm, but still, no touching below the waist, either direction. If you're looking for a little stick shifting or stroking, that just doesn't appear to be on the menu.
This bar had something I've never seen anywhere else - two different dancers using the same stage name, one white, one black. I got three VIP dances with the white dancer, who had a truly lovely pair of natural Bs that were a delight to play with. When I ok'd the third dance, she told me "they're 3 for $100" which seemed stupid to me, but I thought that was the signal for a step up in dance mileage. I was wrong; the third dance was as 6.5-ish as the first two. Call me "sucker".
After those dances, I sat there for another 45 minutes and wasn't approached by a single dancer. Not one. Despite catching eyes and exchanging smiles with a few as they went back to the tables they were sitting at with other patrons. Maybe it was a club full of regulars, I dunno. I showered, I shaved, I had a bunch of money in my wallet; I stage tipped; nothing.
It's the only game in town, and it's not a bad place; there are boobs to be played with, butts to be squeezed. But it's not high mileage, there's nothing on the menu other than tits and ass, and you might have trouble attracting even that. (But it might just have been me.)
