I can’t believe I haven’t given...

I can’t believe I haven’t given a review of this place in over four years. This could be the most popular stripclub in downtown Minneapolis and maybe all of the Twin Cities. And I imagine it’s doing even better business now that Target Field, the new ballpark for the Twins, has opened up less than a half-mile from the club, which resides perfectly on a dark street just off a major thoroughfare.

Haven’t been there as frequently as I would like due to lack of funds because of my “funemployment.” But I’ve been there at least thrice since 2006. The first time was my first daytime sojourn downtown, and my first time I went up to the VIP at Choice. The girl I was with, Samantha, was fuckin’ hot and rockin’ a Dorothy outfit. But I thought that spending $150 for 15 minutes was enough for me to, um, show her how I feel. She screamed. Ah, I had crossed a line. Some titty touching, but that’s enough for me to say that, unless you know your girl is surefire, don’t ever go up to the VIP.

The second time I can recall was at night. I may have seen a girl there that I knew a long time ago, Justice. Vaguely remember two things: 1) I slapped the ass of a girl I was getting a lap dance from and she didn’t like it at all (meaning the downstairs isn’t even as fun as the VIP), and 2) for some odd goddamn reason there was an old man on stage who would tap on bongos while a girl was doing a set. There was still music provided by the DJ; he would just lay down his own backbeat. Well, that’s mischaracterizing it – he was hitting them without any rhythm at all, like a toddler would, his focus on the special view of the stripper that he and only he had, shit-eating grin plastered on his face. I promised myself that if that douche was ever allowed up there again, Choice was dead to me.