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| - I am a woman. Who enjoys gentleman's clubs along with my husband. Usually on our Vegas trips, we frequent a few. On our last trip, we decided to check out somewhere new. We had just had a wonderful time at Spearmint Rhino the night before, so our expectations were high.
We arrived on a Saturday night, paid 30 bucks each to get in to an extremely rude hostess. So rude, I shoved my tip back into my purse. As we walked the carpet, we spotted a few bouncers. See, my hubby and I like to get tables with bottles at gentleman's clubs. It just makes for a better experience. You have the option to sit down, somewhere I can store my purse, and we can offer drinks to the ladies. As we approached the bouncers, neither took notice. We awkwardly stood for a few moments waiting to ask about getting a table. Frustrated, we just headed into the main floor. I was shocked by how small the place felt. The main stage was like a tea cup saucer, with only about 10 seats to boot. We noticed tons of tables around the floor, many empty, so my husband found a cocktail waitress and asked her about getting a table. The answer she gave was completely sketch. We felt uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, I decided to grab a cocktail. 2 bottles of water and one screwdriver was 38 dollars. What! OK, I am used to high Vegas prices, but that's just flat out highway robbery. As we stood around our comfort level continued to drop. I have never felt like I stood out more than I did there. As I glanced around, I noticed I was the ONLY non-dancer female. And I wasn't getting the friendliest of looks from the dancers or the male customers. I looked at my husband and begged him to leave.
I can also comment on the hideous decor. The obnoxious purple and pink neon lights just screamed CHEAP. Like Miami circa 1994. Yuck. I will never, ever go back.
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