This is a review of the male all-nude review show at the Palomino. It's hard enough to sit through a show like Chippendale's or the Thunder from Down Under without laughing your ass off. But when my girlfriend's and I went to the Palomino, we started off having a good time, then left midway through the show feeling a little bit traumatized. Call us prudish or uptight, but we didn't walk away from there satisfied. There was no variety in the male dancers, no seduction, no sensuality. It was more like "here's my goods, let me shove it in your face or somewhere on your body, now throw me some damn money"-type atmosphere. If you like that kind of stuff, then this club is for you. Other than that, don't go. I would give it less than 1 star if it was possible.