Cabaret Lounge

Nasty and trashy girls they hire there. I swore this place off for good when the last time I was there one of the girls had a fupa and so many stretch marks it looked like a road map and sadly that’s not the worst of it. She was on her knees hitting her heels together and pointing her ass in my face and her balloon knot looked like she just finished taking a dump backstage and didn’t wipe thoroughly and yes… I could smell unwiped ass from three feet away. Step up your game Cab!

decided to check it out, considering i’ve lived in the area for almost 4 years and never have. everyone always said it was «disgusting» but i wanted to see for myself. it was a sunday, so there was no cover *yay!* and i got a free non-​alcoholic drink because i was the designated driver. it was a comfortable friendly atmosphere and 3 out of the 4 dancers i saw were gorgeous. great tight bodies, cute faces, and one was amazing on the pole. the girls there blow away the golden banana girls so i have no idea what people mean when they say its «GB’s deformed little brother». the bartender was charming and very attentive. definitely be back

Went a few weeks ago for a birthday. It was a Tuesday, so there was no cover. Think it could have been an amateur night. Not saying that because the ladies lacked talent. Saying that because of the sign out front. Amateur night is sometimes pros from other clubs anyways. Most of the girls were great looking.

I grew up here so perhaps I’m biased. I love the bar and wait staff, they are always friendly and always remember me no matter how long I’ve been away. the dancers are pretty good too. but like I said, I’m biased

Wow. I was one c-​section scar away from hurling.
A dark, dirty looking (outside and in) single level building sits at the bottom of a badly maintained parking lot.
Sometimes referred to as the redheaded stepchild of strip clubs on rt 1, this place has very little to recommend itself. It’s the cheaper option, compared to The Banana (which isn’t a male strip club, nope. Deceiving, eh?)
I probably should’ve started out by saying I don’t like strip clubs… Well, now that I’ve cleared the air? I was not impressed, and yes, I can compare this joint to others.
At one point I turned to one of the guys I was with «really, again, what’s the point if she’s not attractive AND she can’t move in a way that is graceful or interesting?!» He said: «what? give her money, she’s got kids. she told me!» While logic like this works for intoxicated people who find it «entertainment» to watch a naked stranger clack her clear plastic heels in their faces… I sat there unmoved. I have bills too, but I keep all my clothes on at work– reasons including but not limited to the fact that I wouldn’t generally be found attractive naked, and am less than graceful.
I heard recently that this club was owned by the Angels (not the baseball team). I wouldn’t be surprised if it were.
They have an ATM machine (surprised?), cheap beers, and a smaller (unused?) stage behind the bar. The ladies room was fairly clean (looking) considering the locale, but I was not inclined to touch any surface.

i have been to this place probably about a dozen times. ive gone with straight friends, gay friends, people im sleeping with, co-​workers, you name it; and, i always have a solid time. ive never bothered getting food here; but, really. im not here for food. im here to get drunk and look at naked women.
the drinks are over-​priced of course, but theyve never caught me drinking in the parking lot either. so, ill chalk that up as a win.
there is a blonde girl with short-​ish hair that seems to defy gravity on the pole. excellent. also, there was a delightful dark haired woman who i affectionately refer to as ‘black widow jenna’. i dont even think her name is jenna, but i love her all the same. one of the girls even bought me a shot one night. i love this place.
final word; go here & bring me with you.

My friends took me to Cabaret for my bachelorette party in mid-​August. It was a Sunday night, maybe 10 people in the house other than us. We rolled about 20 deep and all saddled up to the stage.
The women were ALL gorgeous, IMO, but then, I think women are gorgeous. And all fine dancers, too. I imagine Sunday night isn’t a prize shift, so at first some of these ladies rocked that bored look that we all get from working and not making any money.
AND THEN…
One woman came out, rocking a fedora, who rose to the occasion and was greeted with whistles and cheers and applause. And many many dollars. She worked the pole, she danced her ass off, she looked like she was having a great time. We were screaming, cheering her on. I threw down a twenty.
AND THEN…
This same amazing dancer (forgive me for forgetting your name) kicked off her platform heels and started doing CARTWHEELS. The story has become legend, which is saying a lot, since the crowd I rolled in there with are almost ALL dancers and who all definitely identify as sluts. We were in HEAVEN.
We gave those dancers so much love that the house started buying US drinks.
We had an amazing time. Thank you.
Excess and Ohs,
Sugar

Oh, yes. The Golden Banana’s deformed twin brother: the Cabaret– caterer to the most mundane strippers ever. Not one girl was attractive in there or gave a hard-​on worthy performance. And as a man of low standards, that’s a sorry statement to have to make. The girls in there are amateurs at best, and aspire to build their stripping ambitions at the wrong place. Though I rarely complain about a bathroom at a joint, I feel compelled to talk about the one at this place: it looks like a hotspot for heroin shooters. The vending machines in there are filled with cheap condoms and items you wouldn’t normally find anywhere else (cock-​rings? Really??). And to top it all off, it’s seven bucks for a beer. Seven bucks a beer? Are you kidding me or what? I’m trying to drink to save my night and perceive these excuse for erotic dancers as being slightly attractive, and the Cabaret won’t even let me have that. So therefore, I recommend staying as far away as possible from this place, and boogie woogying on over to the Golden Banana across the street for a much better time.

Ahhh the Scabaret. You will see an array of scabs here. I’ve had more disappointing nights then good nights here. The worst time was when I was with a more outspoken friend. The skeeviest, scabbiest dancer of the night, who couldn’t dance made me laugh at first, but then it was just awkward. After she got off stage she litterally was standing behind me poking me in the neck saying «Get a dance, get a dance». They aren’t supposed to pull guys paying dollars off the stage but this girl was all messed up on something, and she thought we were friends or something, I don’t know what was up with her. We go to the private dance area and they have to stand a couple feet away from you. I was sitting there thinking «This is what you were pinch-​poking me for, get me out of here» She was beat too. 2 stars.

While knowing an ex-​employee of the place has its benefits… this is not an establishment that I would frequent often. Girls aren’t that great looking, food sucks, what more can I say.

I love and miss this place. That is all.

i love this place. Seems to have the most down to earth girls dancing north of Boston. All the staff was friendly and the atmosphere was welcoming. I definitely would go back anytime!!!

I had the «pleasure» of being taken to the Cabaret Lounge for my birthday. It was a Tuesday evening, so I’m sure the atmosphere was much different from what it would have been like on a Friday or Saturday night. Nevertheless, I was actually pleasantly surprised by the place. The place felt cozy and inviting when I expected it to be sterile and disgusting. Again, maybe it was directly related to it being a weeknight and the crowd being small. Two dancers in particular, Gianna and Crystal, were very chatty (good or bad, depending on your frame of mind) but I found that to help me feel more at ease. And since there weren’t a lot of folks sitting at the stage, there was quite a bit of one-​on-​one time where you could actually engage in some small-​talk without feeling rushed. One dancer told me that she likes to eat Pop Tarts and macaroni & cheese. Another talked about her non-​exotic dance background, which I found interesting given the resurgence of «reality» dance TV shows. They were friendly and it looked like they enjoyed what they were doing.
After cycling through the entire line-​up of dancers, we decided to head down the street to the Squire in Revere. Now THAT was a big disappointment. Sterile? Check. Disgusting? Check. The whole having to go through a metal detector at the door ironically made me feel more tense and less safe. The dancers were also not as friendly and the energy that they exuded was that they were there to make a paycheck. I could go on, but I would much rather focus on the positive experience of the Cabaret.
So, we actually WENT BACK to the Cabaret just to be in the friendlier atmosphere. As soon as we sat down at different seats along the stage, the dancer who was on stage came by and said with a smile, «Hey, why’d you guys switch seats?» And then when it was the next dancer’s turn, she also came over and asked the same question. It felt nice to be treated as a human being and not as a dispenser of dollar bills. Granted, the good dancers are there to make the clientele feel good, which in turn makes them more money. However, as our experience at the Squire revealed, many dancers don’t go the extra mile when they simply think that showing a little skin is all it takes to make money.
While I don’t see myself going out of my way to get back to the Cabaret Lounge except other than a special occasion, the place left me with a positive impression. For what it is, they do a decent job – at least they did on this quiet Tuesday night that we went there.