the ultimate strip club list

July 18, 2008  •  Vol. 15, Issue 199

The very essence of what I hate about Pinellas County--redneck all the way through. I do not mean that in a positive way...

Stopped in on a Monday evening about 11:00, and the look of the empty place drove me out the door quicker than the redneck feel would have done in ten minutes anyway.

One woman on stage, white trash through and through. Hardly anyone inside, only one dancer within view, so I left.

Of course it is not fair to judge a place by a Monday night, but I am willing to bet the weekend crowd would be just as redneck, but more of them.

I won't be back, and I don't suggest anyone else visit this place voluntarily.

This place is right next to a motor lodge and is every bit as impressive as one would think as a result. (insert heavy sarcasm here) The girls were quite standoffish, and the atmosphere was very much the type of seedy that is not good.

The girls on stage seemed to be phoning it in, and I can't swear to it, but I swear the girl giving me a lap looked at her watch at one point.

When you pull up to the place, trust me, it's just as bad inside as on the outside. It's hard to get into and once you do, leaving seems like an immediately good option.

You can tell I didn't enjoy my experience here. The girls are "hard" and look a little shopworn. There wasn't a lot of smiling, and any touching that took place was very perfunctory and seemed "automatic". I would only go back if I wanted someplace quite nearby since there isn't too much else in St. Pete other than more of the same.



This club is very unimpressive in my opinion. The site of the building reminds you of a ten dollar an hour Motel for prostitutes and run down strippers. The were very few women inside that were even worth looking at. I think the majority of the customers were there to play pool and not really paying the women any attention. Maybe I was just there on a bad night. But I have no desire to go back to find out what a good night is like.

This club is located below a run down hotel. Finding parking was easy, which should have set off alarms. When I enter a new club I usually hang around the doorway until my eyes adjust to the darkness to see what I am getting myself into. In this case it was wise to do so. The dancers and the inside were as run down as the hotel. It is also a pastie club, which I HATE. Did not see any contact either, but then I did not exit the entrance area. I just left. I was hoping to find some clubs this side of the bay but so far none match Tampa clubs. I guess I will get ready for some cross bay traveling.