Did this place used to be Margaritaville? I have no idea, but it seems like it. Luckily I didn't get kicked out again.
There's something to be said for glass doors. It confuses me. Especially at night. It's not a good look when you're pulling on the wrong door for 10 seconds wondering why it won't open.
As for the clientele. Not much different than any other PB bar/dance place. You got your bros. Oh, do you have your bros. The ones that jump up and down not caring they're bumping into you. Not that that's a big deal. It's a bar/dance club. One sharp pointed elbow to the spine should do the trick.
The bartenders are quick though. They do what a bartender should. Give you your drink without any hassle.
There's actually another area past the main floor which is must less crowded and has a stripper pole for all the girls who've taken that pole dancing class and want to shake it like grandma on Boggle night.