food
while i'd not…read moreconsider any strip club other than a certain oneerving lemon pepper wings as a spot i'm looking for food, i decided to get a ginger ale, after walking into the club and seeing many good looking women, of various levels of clothedness. and while the bottle in which the bartender brought it from the back would have sufficed, the handled mug it was poured was a welcome accommodation, and only in retrospect triggers a connection to an old western brothel, and even more retrospectively in recollection, though less so in time, to a burlesque performance i'd saw as a historical reenactment in tombstone, arizona, about the time i got introduced to a sasparilla, a memory i'm fuzzily remembering as being received in a handled mug. and while a strip club is neither a brothel nor burlesque stage, though it could likely be the latter at times with a couple well placed tassels, i'm mentioning the connections because of the correspondentally coincidental and ironic presence of a mug with a handle, in each scenario.
service
deep breath. and for the first strip club i've visited, how i'm not going to give a lengthy, descriptive review for the service section? after getting a drink from the bar, i'd sat in a seat at a table in the middle of the room somewhat near the entrance. i mention the seating spot, because the northwest corner toward where the chair i'd sat faced the private, lapdance section. and though seeing boobies on stage seems to me a regular aspect, pun noticed, of the club performance i'd paid a cover price to see, going solo to the strip club and facing toward the private lapdance section seems more brokey weirdo peepshowey to me, at least in retrospect, although nervousness was preventing me from thinking about that possible perception while at the club.
nonetheless, a worker approached me, and asked if i'd want company at the table, to which i'd said yes. then, we shared a slow paced, moderately deep surfaced discussion about each of our respective experience, early into which a club manager mom, so to describe, approached the table and asked if i'd like to buy a 45 or 75 dollar drink for the lady, to which i'd instinctually responded with yes to the 75 dollar drink, that being with a 100 i'd brought to the club and a 9.50 cover charge. however, to thank the worker for approaching me, thereby alleviating some awkward nervousness, and because i'd enjoyed the conversation pretty well to that point, i bought the 75 drink, since i'd become more comfortable and was thinking the more expensive drink would facilitate more time with the worker. then, after further enjoyable disscussion, including me mentioning that the visit was the first for me to a strip club, she smoothly transitioned into asking if i'd like her to give me a first lap dance, to which i'd responded yes, but after asking if there is a price for the lapdance, i'd realized i did not have enough money for such an experience, but if that worker reads or the review, ms pretty smile, i'm working on setting up the opportunity for buying up to that offer, no brokey weirdo peepshowey ish.
then, after a while, the worker suggested she wanted to keep it moving, so i'd said i was not trying to keep her, and she kindly said she would bother me later. and not to be overlooked, another worker approached me and asked if i'd want company, to which i said yes and for which i'm also grateful. and while the discussion with her was not quite as long, that was necessary because i only had 6 dollars in cash, so i'd gave her 5, though i awkwardly said i'd give her all 6 dollars remaining, since 1 dollar was still in the wallet. nonetheless, she waved off giving her 5 and saying sorry about saying 6 before, for which i'm grateful because i was able to give that last dollar to a dancer among about five i'd noticed performing on the stage by recognizing her at a table in the club and saying i'd liked the dance. and lastly, though the bartender was not friendly or flirtatious, she was kind and provided service quickly, and i'm grateful for the distinct comportment because her attitude allowed me a peaceable adjustment from a sort of bar scene, for which i'm accustomed, to a strip club, which i'm able to compare to other venues and experiences, but is very much distinguishable.
ambiance
after such a lengthy first two sections, i'll keep that regarding the ambiance brief. also, the section is the only one i've got any critique of for the establishment, and that concerns the electronic sign out front toggling through many screens, whereas i'd recommend only three to four screens at a time. and while one of the toggled screens says the club has 11 tvs inside, i did not notice any in the main seating and bar area i'd remained, which i'm grateful for too for to avoid enmeshing two occasionally guiltily pleasurable viewing habits.
