How does a group of nice girls end up at Zanzi's? We were actually here a while back for a drunken bachelorette and our girl who was getting hitched wanted a lap-dance and we were too lazy/drunk to make it up to The Brass Rail, so into Zanzibars we went.
The interior set up was kind of like a theatre as they had those movie theatre style seats facing the stage upfront. The servers were wearing white merry widows and looked like backup dancers from a Whitesnake video, not good! But one look at the clientele and I realized that they were only pandering to their custies who also looked as if they were stuck in the 80's.
Once we got settled in at the tables we got excited as we saw a pretty dancer in the distance. She looked like a skankeriffic version of Mary-Anne from Gilligan's Island all decked out in a cute yellow gingham check dress and we thought she'd be a perfect lap-dance candidate for our naughty bacheloerette. As "Mary-Anne" got closer we realized she was good from far, but far from good as she had skinny chicken legs, buck toothed chiclet veneers (that glowed eerily bright under black lights!!) and a tragically asymmetric boob job so we quickly averted our glances back to the stage, where sadly the view was not that much better. The quality of the dancers was okay-ish and definitely made me feel better about embracing cellulite and whatever other flaws we girls get obsessed about. For the most part the performances weren't anything earth shatteringly sexy as one of the strippers did a number to a Green Day song which in no way conjures up anything rhythmically sensual and the dancing was more akin to Gestapo marching than a sexy bump and grind. Still I give massive kudos to the girls as it must take nerves (or good drugs) to get nekkid in front of the disgustingly nasty, fugly old and raunchy men who conveniently seemed to be developing wet spots in their pants!!!
In the end we found a buxom bleached blond girl who fit the parameters of our bachelorette's preferences and up they went to the second floor for a private lap-dance...after about twenty minutes our friend came back downstairs beaming with a stupefied grin on her face, so our night of siliconed schtick was indeed a sufficient success!!!