Was in Charleston for the amazing...

Was in Charleston for the amazing Spoleto Festival USA event. Largely my friend and I had been visiting Jaguar's across the street which in all sense is a superior club. This is a BYOB club do to its all nude status. We didn't even bother going in the door and permit me to describe the atmosphere in the foyer where you pay (out the wazoo) to enter. First indication was the chaotic, unorganized and unprofessional staff running the register as it were. They were 2 oriental gentleman that I'll assume were owners or part owners or managers. This friend or that friend came in along with dancers talking to them as they're taking in cash hand over fist. They weren't even looking at the customers walking in and you could tell that they could care less. I mean lets face it, they're the only club open after hours and they've got a racket going on with all of the costs. But $20? For a club where you have to buy your own booze next door at their on site "liquor" shop and then there docking you for another $20? Wow. What bothered my friend and I the most, is that we are 2 distinguished, well dressed, young, handsome gentlemen and not like the average players just showing up this way or that way. But one might argue thats the clientele they're most accustomed to dealing with and ripping off. But all that self grandizing aside, the greater point is that if the club truly had a sense of discretion, they would have been able to make a judgement call about a "better" customer dare I say by waiving their outrageous door fee. But that wasn't even the insult nor really the bitter point of contention. Had in fact, the next thing not occurred, I might've taken exception. When I asked them if they had an ATM, the asian at the door, acted bothered that I distracted him from his dancer conversation and just dismissively said, "uhhh... I think there's one across the street at the gas station." You think? As most aficionados of strip clubs know, MOST strip clubs in the world, even the most disgusting and average, have interior ATM machines. No, but not this club. That would require more taste. Needless to say, my friend and I departed and to no one's shock, neither of the door dicks paid our vanishing any worthy notice. A very lame experience and never made into the club but some of us in the world, have discretion and basic etiquette. Which I must admit finding such vacuous lack of hospitality in The South afterall, left the most sour aftertaste of disbelief.