Be advised that the DJ is part of the their scam. Â If you're seen getting a lap dance when you agreed to only have one or two, he immediately changes songs every 45 seconds and before you know it they nail you for some insane number of dances when the time spent was like 3 mins total. Â When you say, you're kidding right? Â Out comes Mr. Old Ugly Ass Beer Belly(Darin) to harass you into slipping some dough out. Â All illegal. Â Law enforcement needs to watch this joint. Â When Darin threatens to call Police(a bluff), say please do! Â He does this with all customers. Â The liability they will face will put them firmly out of business once and for all. Â Sadly, the crack whores and their pimps will have to find another place to sell their stuff and Darin can go find a retirement home for geriatric bar hands.
Review Source:Why isn't this place called Kelbo's anymore and where is all the Polynesian food? Â My favorite childhood restaurant is now this. Â I'm pretty sure thew girls had bruises on their inner thighs but whatevs. Â I need me some bbq and banana fritters with a porcelain Buddha to wash it down with.
Review Source:Well, I ended up going to this spot because my usual hangout in Hollywood, Cheetahs, seems to have bit the dust. I had been here about a year ago just to take a look-see and thought the place was way to BRIGHT! and the music way to QUIET!  I noticed the bartender was pregnant, so I thought the club environment was for PREGNANT LADIES! Shhhhhhh. Have to protect the unborn. Please, dim the lights and crank up the music! Life is to short to actually be  "thinking" while at a strip club. I want to be visually distracted and gradually buzz induced to the point of now knowing or caring where I am.
O.K. It's a divey place. Plan B down the street is obviously more high-end and classy. But, sometimes a dive can put you in your place by reminding you it takes thoughtfulness and work for a place to look good. I'm always shocked when I see clubs that are run down like your grandmas old furniture. This club as of this writing (May, 2012) was clean, neat and tidy. The men's room, with an attendant at night, was clean, well supplied and everything worked.
The female bartenders vary in skill. One short haired blonde was sharp and on the ball. Got my Jack 'n D-Coke just right. And the more I ordered the better it got. We were reading each other to the point where our exchanges were flawless. Â The Brunette, (on a different night) not so much. Be sure to bring cash. Service charge is 12% for a cash withdrawal from the register up front. My bank actually e-mailed me the next day to ask if I had authorized the transaction.
The girls, and there's a whole lot of them, were pretty, leggy, friendly, and a few danced exceptionally well enough to merit a spray of singles onto their stage.
The lap-dances are High Mileage, plenty of contact. The 2 for 1 did the trick. I surely wasn't thinking much after my Russian choice smothered me in her loveliness.
Gotta say, I enjoyed myself. I talked/interviewed a lot of the girls and they're from all over. There was a couple of hotties (super toned leggy brunettes) from Ventura County that hung out and looked like twins when moving around together. Since a few clubs have closed in the area, Century Club by LAX, The Wild Goose, my old spot Cheetahs, I figure there's a big variety of girls looking to work here. I know a few girls from Cheetahs showed up. I'll give this place another shot as long as the lights go down and the music cranks up!
Food prices are good, girls are pretty decent. Not bad for a Monday night. It's WAY TOO BRIGHT in there though! Customer service was great, though, & despite one girl coppin a small attitude because she couldn't sell a lap dance (the ugly lights were on!), all the other girls were cool.
For the wanna be ballers & for the guys who have a little spare change during this economic crisis, this place is a good value with good girls.
wowwww
i will NEVER go back to this rat hole again. the only good part about this place is the girls. the building looks like shit. i brought some friends from out of town and was shocked once i saw how it really looks. not only that, but it looked even worse inside! im surprised they are even open. the fact that EVERY damn light in the place is on doesn't help hide the disgusting interior. not a great look for a "show girl" night club.
Its ok. Girls are cute though, but not too many.
They even have a girl that does really good messages , two for 30.
I personally like the variety of girls. The music is whatever. It depends on every girl that goes on a stage. Foood..is ok. Popcorn shrimps r alright and chicken quesedia ( i know, wrong spelling)
They have every hour two for ones (20) and they give up some weird stuff, like shirts, cups, toys, lighters....
There is a VIP room. 250 half hour. And u gotta buy a bottle of champagne (its the cheapest one - 50$, i think Piper Sonoma).
A looot of russians and ukrainians.
Good thing, is that bartenders always make drinks very strong. Really strong, trust me. If its jack n coke, its JACK n coke .
Entrance is 5 $ and after 10 or 11 (not sure ) - 10$.
The light in there is REALLY to bright. Seriously, whatsup with that?!
Oh yeah, and some girls (usually hot ones) will charge you 30$ A dance if you want to touch her. Fair enough.
Oh and btw, if you forgot to take cash with you, you shouldnt have ) It will cost you 12% out of anything you take out. Yep. And you gotta leave your damn fingerprint. O_o
Thats all i can remember.
I have Came here a couple times with a few of my friends, and this place is ok, people you must remember this is a BIKINI bar not a titty bar. When I come here I come on $3 Tuesday, beers off the tap that's basically the only time I will come not really worth a lap dance being so the girls are in bikini but the women here are very nice looking. It's a chill spot to drink a few down and just relax but not really my cup of tea, doesn't mean it won't be yours......
Review Source:I have now gone to this place a handful of times, and been unimpressed other than one night. so it is appropraite with my rating. 1 out of 5 is NOT GOOD. Twice now I have also had problems with the serving staff trying to charge my tab twice; and once trying to add extra round of drinks on it.
shady shady shady. what did ole GW Bush say fool me once, shame on me...fool me twice shame on yeah I dont know it either.
Either way this place is lame. girls arent all that. and you have to pay just to get in. take your 5 bucks down the street to Plan B. at least the girls are attractive and the servers dont f* up your orders or be shady and charge you twice for the same tab and try and sign a tip too! come on now man!
The best thing about place is the architecture. Â From the outside.
Ok, to be fair, this place has probably the prettiest and most "girl next door" looking girls of any strip club in Los Angeles. Â On the other hand, they don't take their boobs out. Â Bikini bar for the fail.
I suppose if you drink enough you could convince yourself that you're now one of the popular kids from a movie, at a big movie party scene, where all the girls get PG-13 "naked" and flitter about because they liiike you. Â I however could not get that drunk. Â And god knows I tried.
Wow this place is brightly lit. Typically, don't want to see track marks or stretch marks, but for their $3 drink Tuesdays I guess I can just shut the fuck up about it. Â
This is a bikini bar, so you don't see any tits. Â Basically, I think this place is a sort of bump in grind factory where guys pay 20 dollars to get a lap dance from chicks. Â I mean, I don't really see the point of watching chicks dance poorly on stage, but the whole 20 dollar lap dance thing can be pretty alluring if you have no game, cannot manage to get into a night club to grind on women, or are just really happy to dish out 20 dollars to have women rub up on your cock. Â Regardless, do not come here if you are looking to see some pussy.
I left here super drunk. Â So drunk that later on in the evening I fell down and twisted my ankle and it blew up to the size of a casaba melon. Â I guess if that is a measuring stick for a good time, then yea, this place is the tits.
Ladies for Lunch!
In a move that might as well have been decided over a game of ro-sham-bo, my co-workers and I decided to do some lunch-timing over at Fantasy Island. We're a westside company located just a few miles from the joint so we've definitely driven by once or twice before we noticed the "Lunch Special" sign outside.
Now, I'm not a connoisseur of nude (or almost) nude ladies nor have I even been inside a strip club since that one time in college when a friend of mind entered the amateur contest and recruited me to join her cheering section. (She won.) So arriving at this place, I was a tad wet behind the ears.
First question:
What's with the pirate ship-like lookout tower?
Yeah the place looks kinda like a pirate ship from the outside. Or something straight outta Disneyland. In fact, there are a few Disney-feeling elements including a turnstile guarded entry. But the most Disney of all was the muted Hannah Montana episode playing on the TV when we got there.
Second question:
What's with the Disney Channel on mute?
"Oh really? It was on the Disney Channel?? I hadn't noticed..." replied the female bartender when asked. One would only suffice to guess that SOMETHING had to keep the (super spase) clientele occupied before showtime.... Ick.
Third Question:
When's the show supposed to start??
Okay, when you show up to a strip club at noon for lunch, chances are the show hasn't quite started. Yeah, I know. Disappointment. But it does give you a moment to look over the menu and order a round at the bar. And then it gives you a few more moments to really take in the scenery: the 'talent' arriving for their afternoon shifts to chat up the one or two barflys that may or may not have been left over from the previous night.
The ladies began their dance for cash nearing the 1 o'clock hour. By the time, we had put away our lunches. I had the Turkey Sandwich while others in my group tried the Burgers and the Buffalo Wings and the...
Yeah, like you really care about the food. I'll just keep it simple: you want a good lunch? Don't go to a strip club.
My biggest surprise of the day came in the form of "wow, the dancers of the Fantasy Island afternoon shift are not at all terrible." Multi-ethnic, multi-shaped, a refreshing blend of personalities and pole skills. It was kinda like "It's A Small World" got a Flirty Girl makeover.
And personally, I enjoyed the concept of the 'bikini bar'. I would have a hard time imagining how I would be able to keep my lunch down if the bikinis had come off. Cute dancers or not, there's gotta be something unhygienic about eating food in the presence of exposed genitalia. I'm just sayin...
Had lunch here. you heard me lunch. Went with a a small group of people on a friday lunch just for the freaking hell of it. I've passed by this place a thousand times, and sometimes you just gotta know.
How do you judge this place? Against other restaurants, other strip clubs, other strip clubs at lunch? Everything i guess.
The food was well, not good, but what about the girls? Well ... considering what type of girl i expected to be working at noon on a friday afternoon, i was actually pretty surprised how non-completely horrible they were. You know they're not use to performing during that hour of the day, because all they did was hang out at the bar with what looked like the "regulars", construction guys, old guys, and gardening guys. They did get up and do some dancing just for us, and no boobs, but they can get up the pole.
Thankfully the beers basically made everything seem better.
Anytime girls in LA will be nice to me, I like the place. Â Good drinks, nice girls. Â A little ghetto, but nothing out of the ordinary. Â Keep track of the number and price of the drinks you order, otherwise you'll have an $80 bar tab without deserving it entirely. Â Its a great place to go and act like a gentleman among other gentlemen . . . or to find your next girlfriend.
Review Source:So it's Saturday night and I had planned on a nice, quiet, cheap evening of either DVD watching or video games. Â Friend calls up and asks if I want to go to an Asian model show. Â Um, yes please. Â $35 cover, but he said they'd have a full bar. Â And Asian models. Â What kind of models? Â Print and internet models, import car girls, etc. Â Sign me up!
Doing a little bit of research before leaving, I find out that the show is actually at Fantasy Island, a go-go bar. Â And that by models, he meant 'second rate porn chicks that I've never heard of'. Â But I said I'd go, so I go.
The bouncer at the door was very gregarious and friendly and after frisking me for contraband he cheerfully let me in. Â Here's where the pleasant customer service ends. Â The cashier girls were slow as hell. Â Not enough change in the register or something. Â I had to wait about 5 minutes before I could give them my $35 for a pink wristband.
The place was bright. Â Very bright. Â I can unfortunately see everybody else's faces very clearly. Â There's a reason real stripclubs are dark with ambient lighting. Â That way you don't see how shabby the decor (or sometimes the talent...) really is. Â
We made our way to a side room, where all of our Asian starlets signed autographs and took pictures. Â Asian ladies of varying degrees of attractiveness danced on a small stage. Â Miss Hawaiian Tropic China stood around with a fake smile plastered on her face. Â Some ripped, angry looking Asian guy (who I assume is Miss Hawaiian Tropic's boyfriend) is glaring at me. Â I need a drink.
I make my way to the bar where I have to wait for the TWO bartenders (with zero customers) to stop talking so I can get some friggin' service. Â $10 for a cup of ice spritzed with some vodka and soda. Â I decide to stick to bottled beer, since they can't really skimp me there. Â An Amstel Light cost me $7. Â I give the bartender a $10 and instead of giving me my change, she immediately tossed the $3 into the tip jar. Â
Me (incredulously): "Excuse me? Â I gave you ten." Â
Her (unconvincingly): "Oh, did you? Â I didn't give you your change?"
If it wasn't for the cover, I'd be outta here already. Â After a few more beers and one dancer asking me 'What the fuck are *you* staring at?' we finally decided to go.
Great local dive in the old tittie bar tradition. I always find it weird to go to a strip club in LA and watch naked people WITHOUT A DRINK in my hand. Just doesn't make sense if you are totally sober, so Fantasy Island offers the best combo of booze and broads.
Drinks are a bit 2 expensive, lights are a bit to bright and the music is a bit to quite...but, I recommend the experience.
Being a girl, I've had the insane curiosity to hit up a strip joint. I'm just really really intrigued by what these gals are doing. Do you remember reading Gone With The Wind and everyone was so shocked that they had to lie about all of the town gentlemen hanging out at the brothel? But then one of the Old Guard ladies just HAD to inquire, 'What was it like inside, that Belle Watling's house?'. Yeah, that's me.
Does it offend me? Well, I'm an art director and I've seen plenty of naked models and have to pick out models all the time. I see it as they're just doing their job. Of course I'm not there to judge.
Well, maybe a little judging? Okay, so I was pumped up to see some real pole dancers! The first girl to go up was this platinum blonde chick. She slid up the pole, then rolled around on the ground, and then was shaking her rump. Okay, very stiff and it looks like she's still just starting out.
Next girl was this wannabe Mariah Carey chick. She was better.
Then this very hot American Indian girl took the stage. Man, damn straight she deserved the tip I served up.
I also won at two rounds of eight ball.
Anyhow, everyone had a pretty nice ass, as I checked out everyone, some cattiness going on in the womens' restroom, pretty lame decor, lots of old unattractive guys. Some serious grinding going on in the back, I watched this girl do the same routine for fifteen minutes. My Red Bull and Vodka was definitely watered down.
Down and out, it was okay. They also have Tekken 2 in the back.
"So the other bitches don't steal my shit!"
Coming here was a complete fluke. I was at the Liquid Kitty bar down the street with a friend and saw someone that looked oddly familiar. We got to talking and discovered that were were already friends - on Yelp! Â
LisaG and her friend Avon were an absolute delight and it was nice to meet some fellow literates to drink with. They had met some other guys who suggested we all go to the "Fantasy Island Bar."
Yeah - well, it's a bar - with "sexy" girls walking around with dual layers of bras and panties.
It's like they'll wear skin colored panties, hose or pieces of tape UNDER some scanty thong or Victoria's Secret thing. Â It's painful visual lesson of cross purpose. If it's not clear, this is NOT a strip joint in any way..
The overall effect is lumpy, non sexy girls leering at you from the get go and constant approaches for lap dances. Nonetheless interesting, mind you - but for an entirely different reason.
Curious sole that I am I asked an ED (Exotic Dancer) why they all were carrying little purses. "What's inside them?" says I.
ED: "Oh, phone, wallet, cigarettes, you know..."
Me: "Why do you carry that stuff around WITH you all night?"
...and the agreed Yelp quote of the night:
ED: "So the other bitches don't steal my shit!"
That, in essence, is Fantasy Island.
To her credit, Lisa and friend promptly abandoned said suggester of this delight and we went to get pizza somewhere else.
Nevertheless, solid review material.
One of the first few places that opened up here in West Los Angeles featuring "Adult Entertainment". Funny they say that cause the girls have to wear something to cover their privates (This place does serve alcohol) but on weekends, this place is a sausage/swordfest. Great bartenders and VIP gets pricey with the drinks and the ahem lap dances.....
One thing I forgot to mention for those that are familiar with this area is that this place was a well known hawaiian food place called Kelbo's. Man, I sure do miss it! Kelbo's flaming rum punch..... Â :-(.......
Alright, if there's one thing I hate, it's injustice. Â And the previous review really does not do this place justice.
I have nothing but good things to say about The Island: it has a full bar, a tremendous number of girls, and the quality is always at least good-to-excellent. Â Sure, I've seen some less-than-stellar chicks there before but few and far between. Â In general, the girls are all reasonably attractive.
Also, fyi, they have a website that lets you print free passes to get in. Â Rad.
Originally, my friend and I were supposed to go to Bare Elegance (see my review: <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/1pDjkfFndKOdl6sXF2QVBw%5D">http://www.yelp.com/biz/…</a>)--I've never gone to a "gentleman's club" before; but on the way my friend asked if I minded we stopped by "a club place" that he couldn't remember the name of, but it had something to do with "paradise or sumthin'," because he knew a girl there.  (Me thinking: "Dude, don't BS me, you've been there mannnny a times before.")
Me: "Sure, okay." (I figured, what the hell, in for one, in for a hundred)
(Sometimes I don't completely think things out before I agree to it.)
We drive to Fantasy Island, and the valet immediately comes up and starts talking to my friend like a regular. Â BUSTED!
We walk in...through a turnstile. Â It's like going to Disneyland! Â Except with half-naked women and booze and raunchy music and leering men and stuff.
Gotta say, I've never been to a strip club before, but this definitely fell below my expectations. Â In LA, you can either have full nudity or alcohol. Â At this place you need alcohol. Â
I don't know, maybe it was because it was Thursday night, but this was definitely an off night. Â The women (I say women because some of them really did look older), kind of looked like they threw on whatever they had in their underwear drawer (matching or not), and rolled into work. Â Worse of all, some of them looked like they had not hit the gym since after their last (illegitimate) kid was born. Â The pooch factor was there in abundance. Â People, people, PEOPLE, take some personal pride in your appearance! Â
I was there to hang out with my friend and study this wonderful microcosm of psychology, so I wasn't too interested in talking with these girls, but these women kept coming up to try and engage us in conversation. Â The real buzz kill was when this one woman started telling us about her 14-year-old daughter and her BOYFRIEND who's going to medical school (or maybe she said "remedial" school, I wasn't paying attention at that point).
Luckily, the night was young, and we had time to hit Bare Elegance...
Pros: cheap booze.
Cons: please re-read what I wrote and reconsider asking me this question before I kick your ass.
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