Vanity Gentlemen's Club

Stopped in for a 2013 visit.  The cover charge gets waived before 1am if you show the door person you activate their check in special on foursquare.  They had around 10 dancers. The lap dance contact varies among the dancers. They are watched on camera by a bouncer. They do run a lot of 2 for 1 deals on the lap dances either $25 in the couch room or $35 in the rooms off to the side. Both areas have cameras watching.  The parking lot upfront is pretty small but the lot behind it is large and private.

Vanity is a good club.  Hot girls, usually.  However, they wear pasties now and I feel like it's not a good place to get your money's worth.  It was better when it was BYOB.  However, if money is no object, this is probably your place.

Brought my friend here for his birthday about a year ago and it was great.  We paid to have him on stage and the girls seriously bruised him, ripped off his boxers, and nearly exposed him to the crowd.  Good times.

Another downside is that this is in the suburbs (Bethel/Sawmill) so a cab ride is expensive.  Consider having a DD or at least getting people together to get a van cab.

This place sucks now. Gone are the days when you could get a girl to straddle you completely naked, while you sip an ice-cold bottle of Bell's Two Hearted Ale that you brought in to the establishment yourself, while she forces you to sing "Sweet Child O' Mine" at the top of your lungs, all for the low, low bargain price of $30.

Nowadays, you can barely get a girl to acknowledge your presence, and they wear more clothes than you'll see worn on most "family-friendly" beaches across America. The fact that they sell their own alcohol now sucks major balls, as the heavy-handed security walks around and practically rips bottles of beer out of your hand starting around 2:15 a.m. Why even bother staying open past this point? (They stay open until 4 a.m. on Friday and Saturday, which is completely pointless.)

Vanity is just like any other strip club now, where you have to pay a cover, in addition to going broke at the bar trying to impress the ladies into standing 5 feet in front of you and dancing in pasties.

I'll pass.