I don't know if I am the person you want to ask about strip clubs, because they are just not my thing. My friend and I went to Vegas on a whim and he wanted to go to a strip club because he had never been to one. The cab driver recommended the Spearmint Rhino and got us in on a discount $10 each cover because he had it in with the owner. We went in on a weekday evening. It was dark and crowded, my friend went to get us some drinks and we were invited to a special V.I.P. viewing platform. The two Jack on the rocks were $20 each and they were heavily watered down.
Once we were seated two young blonde women approached us and began to talk to us about whether or not we wanted to talk. I had previously filled in my friend that this would lead to them asking to provide him with a lap dance and instructed him to tell them kindly that he didn't want any company. We both dismissed our visitors and I sat sipping my watered down drink until my cohort had soaked in the surroundings. He watched and whispered about how funny it was to see the man in the front row have a woman's crotch rubbed all up in his face. Eventually he decided that he found none of the women attractive and that he was not thrilled about the experience. I told him when he finished his drink we could leave and so we did. We paid the coat check on the way out and went to dinner. All and all this place was not the great slice of heaven it was made out to be.
CHAD