Ahhh the historic Cheetah, legendary gentlemen's...

Ahhh the historic Cheetah, legendary gentlemen's club of Atlanata, home of the south's most beautiful women. Bleh. This place has enjoyed recognition for years as the premiere club in Atlanta, however I find it a souless borefest. Two visits in one here, one a group bachelor party deal (before the feature entertainment arrived at the house), the other a trip with my SO.

I will state by restating the obvious, valet is 3 bucks, cover 10 (free with any sports ticket stub), and the digs are very nice. The restaurant is reported to be very good, didn't try it. And yes there are a plethora of women (50 or more after 6 or so), and yes most are quite good looking. A few total knockouts in there as well, solid 9 types to be had if your last name is Trump. If you merely want to drink booze and look at amazingly hot chicks, sign up. If you want to take a lady to a club for the first time and have it appear to be very innocuous and non-threatening, sign up. Other than that, stay the hell away.

The Cheetah is an interesting study in humanity, and the whole club (as is usually the case) has the atmosphere of the ladies who are in its employ. They are beautiful as is the buidling. But like many nice looking women (and buildings) they lack any soul, any spark, any personality. They remind me of the femmebots in the Austin Powers movies, cyborg strippers who instead of being programmed to kill Sarah Connor are programmed to vacuum money up and not enjoy it in the slightest. I'm no rookie here, nor do I labor under the delusion that my company is something that any young lady should be all lathered up for, however one at least likes an illusion right? Pretend that I'm human also. Smile. DANCE for crying out loud.