All Star Men’s Club

Oh Dear, what can I say
We came, we saw, we scarpered.
I had heard such good things about the ‘Gentleman’s’ Clubs in Houston and so when the opportunity came to go see I was looking forward to it. They can’t all be like this surely?
This must be the «Dancers Departure Lounge» where they come to when their career is just about done. It was lacklustre and almost depressing with a «on the way to foreclosure» feel about it.
On arrival we got a really friendly welcome and were ushered in with the promise of «Real fun inside». Don’t know what we paid as someone else was picking up the tab but I think I heard $ 15. It wasn’t late and we had expected to get in for Free but hey, wotteva.
We got our table and our drinks and watched some fairly nondescript ‘exotic’ dancer who flapped around looking as if she would rather be doing her ‘smalls’.
The décor and ambiance had a similar feel to ‘Magic Island’ and there were stained ceiling tiles and what appeared to be damp on the walls. Yep. i was reduced to looking at the ceiling and reviewing the wall hangings.
The highlight for me was the lass who sidled up and inquired as to my origins whilst perching on my armrest and crushing my forearm in the process.
When I explained I was from the UK she got all excited and proudly announced she was of Brit stock.
«I am half Welsh, half Portuguese and half Irish» she proudly proclaimed.
Must have been the half Irish part talking, I would guess?
We left after one drink.