This is the Geo Metro of...

This is the Geo Metro of strip clubs, or if you go back that far, the Rambler American. In other words, it's the most basic product you can call by that name without being accused of false advertising. It's not dirty, it's not scary, it's not much of anything.

Case in point, there's not even a stage, just tables arranged in a rectangle with the dancer in the middle. I suppose that would permit multi-purpose use: spread the tables out and have a bingo party, remove them altogther for square dancing.

I arrived shortly after midnight on Saturday, the prime hour for any strip club, and there were about half a dozen guys, most of them making the last stop before staggering home. From the ambiance a better name would be Club Dead. The first peeformer was a chubby blonde with huge naturals. She pulled her dress down far enough to rub them in my face and seemed pleased with three bucks deposited between them. She didn't really strip, which might have been a good idea as the next dancer quickly got buck naked to reveal a poor boob job and enough ink to print the cover of Rolling Stone.