"Single dollars being thrown from the back, I got that white girl, and you skinny and you black."
I like to think of myself as a throwback to a different era. Â A simpler time. Â A time where men were men, and bitches were hoes. Â That being said I very rarely go to strip clubs, so when I do it is generally quite a treat.
This particular night, it was a Wednesday and I had just come from Island  Jack's, right next door.  It was about 2:30 and I just wasn't ready for the night to end yet, so someone suggested Spearmint Rhino.  Excellent.
Upon arrival, I was very impressed with the entrance, as it reminded me of something I might see in Nucky Thompson's Atlantic City. Â The classiness continued into the actual club itself, leaving me to give it a 5/5 based on architecture.
While I will be somewhat forgiving, due to the fact that it was a Wednesday at 2:30 in the morning, I was very underwhelmed by the strippers. Â In my (limited) experience at strip clubs, there are two kinds of strippers. Â You have the ones that seem to enjoy working and are really creative, all smiles, etc. Â Then you have the ones that you sense are forced to do this job, due to some unforeseen circumstances, and just kind of make you feel bad. Â Unfortunately, the girls on this particular night seemed to be of the latter type. Â They just went about their routines, they seemed to have it planned out, and didn't really improvise or show any enthusiasm. Â I still gave them money because they are doing their job and deserve to get paid just like everyone else. Â
I have heard great things about this place from friends so I'm gonna chalk my experience up to an off night.