On a recommendation from a friend,...

On a recommendation from a friend, a buddy and I stopped here around 8pm on a Thursday night for the first time. Nice little club, average size at best. Not a big place by any means. And when we first got there, there were maybe 6 or 7 girls on duty and only two or three that were worth spending any quality time with. By midnight, we both left quite happy as the crowd of patrons and dancers picked up steadily.

First things first: the club has rather limited seating. There's a small stage with about 15 chairs around it. Then behind that on each side are small cocktail tables and seats in between each table. That's the only place you can sit without sitting at the stage since the bar does not have seats and the couches up a step from the floor/stage area is roped off as "champagne room". Though even by midnight, no one had apparently forked over the dough the operators sought for access to that. Kind of weird I thought, since there is no privacy to that whatsoever that would justify a title of "champagne room". On the brighter side, the NBA Finals were taking place that night and there are several TV's easily visible from the floor area which helped make for a comfortable evening of broads and basketball. Also a pool table if you're so inclined.

Ok, now for the fun part. While the dancer rating is marginal, the quality time they spend with you (for free or limited tipping) is quite enjoyable. Most were friendly, chatty and a couple even funny. Like any club, the goal is to get you to the lapdance room, a large, open yet dark room to the rear of the stage. Still, most are more than happy to come flirt, sit on your lap and even play a little touchy-feely with you right there on the main floor. Word to the wise: position yourself carefully in the chair, because most will not hesitate to come sit on your lap and (believe it or not, I'm actually going to whine about this) they sit/lay so long on your leg that their hip bones and tail bones can actually hurt your lef after a while. I know, I know, that's like a woman with with an easter ham under her arm crying because she has no bread. Just wanted to give you an idea what to expect.