I swear, it's still 1965 in...

I swear, it's still 1965 in here. Beautiful girls, all of them ice princesses; mean looking and everpresent bouncers, and a no-contact policy that assumes that anything inside three feet is too much like touching to be tolerated. Terrific place just to look -- some dancers actually dance. But there's more mileage to be had in clubs in Utah -- and I never thought that was possible. Ironically, the street trade right outside the door is pretty blatant.