Oh, the Men's Club. For...

Oh, the Men's Club. For a customer who doesn't mind parting with significant amounts of coin, and for whom the term "mileage" refers strictly to automobiles, the Men's Club is heaven on earth. For the average horn-dog strip club patron, however, the Men's Club offers only frustration. The girls are simply spectacular. The atmosphere is upscale and - gasp - tasteful, even. The food is fine to good, and there are lots of free lunches and on Wednesday, brunch. Plenty of former Charlotte pro athletes come in. It's just a nice place. But you can completely forget about getting a decent lappy here. It's strictly air dance time at this place. Do I patronize this place? Well, sure I do. The girls are simply incredible. But more than once, after leaving the Men's Club, I have gotten in my car, pulled onto I-77 South, and driven the 85 minutes to Platinum Plus in Columbia, where men are men, strippers are strippers, and everyone understands that.