Venetian Gentlemen’s Club

We threw our friend a bachelorette party and ended the night here. Unfortunately, this did not work out great for us!
Let me start with the good, the dancers were pretty and showed our bride-​to-​be love when they were on stage. Next good thing, the sushi was good, and we also had some tacos that were pretty decent. Bottle service was okay, nothing that stood out service wise with this for the $ 200 you dish out.
Let’s end with the bad. HORRIBLE customer service and security to end the night! The bride-​to-​be went up on stage, which we were told was allowed as long as we paid. The security guard made her get off the stage, then lied about his name when we asked for it to file a complaint. When we spoke to the manager, he claimed our friend was not allowed to go on the stage, but refused to get ahold of the hostess who advised us she could as long as we paid in order to verify what we told him. He then wanted to argue back and forth with us instead of providing his boss’s name to file a complaint. After spending hundreds of dollars at this place, which by the way was pretty empty so we were the main ones spending any money there that night, this was not a great way to end the bride-to-be’s special night.
I did not want to be completely unfair, so I’m still giving them 2 stars for the beautiful hard working girls up there, and for the decent food. I would not recommend this place to anyone other wise!

The place was nice and clean. Very comfortable environment. The thing that SUCKED the most was we bought a lap dance for our friend for his birthday with TIFFANY and after his dance she said we did not pay and made him pay another $ 20. Then our friend bought my husband a dance and after his dance with TIFFANY she said ohhh this is not enough your friend did not pay so we paid $ 20. On our way home I called my friend out on it and he said bullshit I paid her. So she took $ 40 from both of them. TOTAL BULLSHIT. Eventually this crap will catch up to u. If we ever go back there we will definitely ask before going back. I’m sure this is how the girls make their money and most likely guy friends will not call each other out on it. She could have gotten away with it until she did it twice to our group.

My wife and I had a great time last Saturday night. The club is spacious, clean and nicely decorated. The waitresses are polite, courteous and prompt. All very sweet and attentive. Several gorgeous dancers who didn’t bug you, but sat down and had great conversation when invited. The drinks are much cheaper than at similar clubs in Vegas. The private dances are as well. The waitresses and dancers get 5 stars. I deducted one for the rude ass bouncer. He needs to GO. You can be polite until a patron doesn’t allow you to be polite. Get over yourself fat boy. We will definitely return, but if the owner is reading, get rid of the big fat white boy bouncer. He’s an asshole.

Classy strip club. Cannot wait to come back. Great value for lap dances. Especially from Chelsea.

Sucked. We were the only ones on a sunday night throwing money and the security guard was such a dick. He was rude and snatching drinks from our hands. Like come on man respect you clientele especially when no one else is in the club

The place looks huge on the outside. Then you go in and its like this pretty small joint.
It’s simple really, compared to fritz’s down the street, this place sucks.
There’s some okay looking girls, but no real babes. :(
Sorry.

Went on a Tuesday night…
Hard to find. It’s a small dark road JUST BEFORE gas station & street light. The place is perfect set up tho. If the dancers actually danced on the main stage & entertained us we would’ve stayed. They were too busy tryna get patrons to buy them drinks. Smh
Cat– Not friendly. At all. Short so at certain angles looks like her booty is kinda thick, she’s just flabby tho. Sat at the bar with some patrons. Didn’t even greet anyone or attempt to private dance… Not a good dancer anyway. Hardly any pole technique…
Karma– The only dancer that acknowledged us. White. Asian. Exotic face, tall, thin body. WORKED the pole. Best talent there!
Cinnamon.?- BEST BODY. Good Lord. Climbs the pole pretty good too. No makeup & beautiful!
Adrian.?- Rude, disgusting body, can’t dance, honestly she looks like a man in the face…
The bartender is beautiful & friendly. She under pours. If you wanna drink, just take a shot, top shelf only. Don’t ask for Fireball, it’s not chilled. Patron is tho

When you get invited to a VIP party to see topless beautiful women dancing at a posh vegas style club, you dont say no.
I was already excited when I walked in. Two floors with an elevator. Main floor with full stage, VIP rooms for private dances and full bar. Elite VIP on the top floor. That’s where I be.
I was ready to Pop bottles like a G6. Feeling fancy and ready to make it rain. By making it ran I mean $ 1 bills not $ 20.
The song «Cake «by Rhianna starts playing
It’s not even my Birthday
and he wants to lick the icing off
I know you want it in the worst way
Can’t wait to blow my candles out
Cake Cake Cake Cake Cake
Cake Cake Cake Cake Cake
It’s on. The lights are dim and the first girl comes out. She’s gorgeous and I’m waiting for her to slide up and down that 20′ pole. But none of that. She barely touches the pole and the song is already over. The next girl on stage is as gorgeous but I think she took some nyquil because her moves were like a dead fish. Finding Nemo is that you?
If I was skinny, didnt have a muffin top, had an entire bottle of Patron maybe two and had a paper bag to put over my head, I would have worked that pole like theres no tomorrow. Let’s keep it real. People pay to see you perform, so handle the business. I wasn’t expecting a Cirque Du Soleil performance, but at least make believe your listening to a Lil Jon song and own it.
A few of us wanted something more exciting so we each got lap dances. We went to the private rooms and my girl started dancing. She was trying to make a sexy face and it was NOT sexy. During the middle of the song I could have sworn she passed gas. Alcohol mellowed me out or else I would have died laughing.
What an experience. Girls can make or break a club. Maybe it was just a not so great night. I would give it a second try. No lap dances for me next time. Staying away from Stripper gas.
Three stars

The place is esthetically great as far as the décor. Bartender is great as well. The beer was a decent price.
However one of the girls comes up and makes a comment of outfit and my and stated I was greaser. I was offended. Then later when she went up to dance she told the bouncer I was recording her. I had the bouncer ask for my phone to investigate. I confidently handed it to him and told him there is no one trying to record the $ 1 dollar ho’s! I would never come back and don’t recommend.
Don’t trust these Ho’s!

I guess I am just spoiled by some of the finer strip clubs around. Honestly, this isn’t a bad one. Decently hot girls, affordable cover charge and they even have a sushi bar. The seating is really nice and spacious but I just had a fairly average time here. Maybe it was due to the fact that we showed up a bit early. One of the girls informed us that more girls should be showing up anytime now. We waited and waited but that statement started to become false with each passing minute. There was a super hot looking one but the overall of the club was just ok. I would be back if I’m ever around. Nothing bad about it at all.

This was «the» worst strip club. We came here to kill sometime. Walked to the building which was probably the only upside of the place. Ten dollars was the cover charge which was fair. From the check in line the muaic was banging, but as you walked through that door, all you saw were more bouncers than girls. Like really? The girls themselves were average, nothing really exciting for a place that won best strip club in 2011. The girl that danced as we sat down cleaned the poles more than dance to her two songs. Nothing was really shown as she pull down her skirt or cover her chest from time to time. Not very satisfied, I sat durther from the floor. As i was just about to leave, I was approached by that very dancer. She persuaded me to stay which i obliged because a job is a job, and followed her for my one song. But the catch was the song was playing already as she gave me dance so i did not get my $ 20 worth. I felt ripped off because $ 20 goes a LONG way and it felt like a min 30 dance at best. That dancer did NOT smell the greatest too, not to be mean. But half the time I was looking away and holding my breath. After my 1 min 30 dance, we bolted off in dismay because this was the worst experience at a strip club. And the blond older bartender was a jerk. Obviously it wasnt buay but her attitude was not appreciated. Overall, horrid. *Shake my head violently.

Cover isn’t bad. $ 10 per person for couples.
However once inside I found myself falling asleep. I only saw 5 girls. 3 were really good looking the other 2 were ok. However they were all boring. Not sure why but none of them made me interested.
Also after about 15 minutes of being there and waitresses trying to get us to buy drinks a fat bouncer came up to us and was like «hi do u guys need a waitress or some drinks?» We were like, «no we’re good but thanks.» Bouncer then said «well there’s a one drink minimum.»
I had called prior to going to ask about dress code and cover charge and alcohol so u think they would have mentioned 1 drink minimum. So needless to say we got up and left.
Overall girls we saw were hot but boring and that bouncer’s people skills pretty much killed it for us. Won’t be coming back.

One of the better clubs in So cal. This club advertises itself as a Vegas style in So Cal. The inside and outside of the club is very nice looking and looks very much like a high in Vegas club. My wife and like to visit strip clubs every time we go to Vegas (several times a year) and this one bring a lot of what you get in Vegas to Anaheim. The club is very classy and actually had a good number of female customers (a plus for my wife) Drink are cheaper then a Vegas club another plus. They also had a good number of dancer so you did not see the same girl over and over again on stage. We only found two faults with this club both involved the dances.
1^st — you cannot touch the dancers during the dance (not sure if this is a club rule or a local legal thing) but this is not an issue in Vegas
2^nd — (and more of a personal preference for us) — All dances are done in the back so for us we could not watch each other get a dance
The club also seems to be a good place for a bachelor party, their were two when we were their and they all seemed to be having a good time
Overall this is a good club and we will return you don’t get the full Vegas club experience but you come close and you will save some money on drinks.

i can’t. believe. i paid cover charge… ok that was mean. but it was almost empty and not my ideal strip club kinda night experiences.
2 stars for the fat-​ass patron shots…

This was part three of my friend’s bachelor party. I guess you can’t have a bachelor party without some sort of strippers? I don’t know what the hetero playbook says on that– but what I’ve seen in movies, I knew what I was in for. I hadn’t stepped into one of these establishments since my 18^th birthday (which was a long time ago). I’m not against them, but they just don’t do anything for me.
I’ve seen this club over the past couple of years through my travels on the 91 freeway. Doesn’t look like much during the day, but at night, it’s a glow of multicolored lights and looks high class. If I ever had to go to a strip club again, I wanted to come to this one. Luckily, that’s where his best man had us booked.
Parking is a cinch and there is a lot of it. We came on a Saturday night and we found a spot no problem. It is a little hard to find as there is a driveway you have to hit off of State College in order to enter. Some of my friends had been here before, so they navigated us to our destination. If I was on my own, probably would have been making circles. Then again, I probably wouldn’t come here on my own.
It’s well kept from the outside and you enter through a main entrance where a bouncer checks your ID and a cashier takes your money. You’re told multiple times that there is no photography of any kind allowed inside. I’m guessing to protect the identity of the girls, something I totally understand.
Inside it’s dimly lit. A large stage with two poles graces the center of the room. There are chairs lined up in two rows along the stage and a VIP room for your private dances. We tucked away into a small corner and some of the peeps went all out and ordered some bottles. I didn’t drink since I was the DD, but their small bottles went a long way. No too long, because they ended up ordering a second one. Our server (which her name escapes me) was super friendly and helpful. She kept coming over to check on us to make sure we were okay. She wasn’t too pushy and actually sat and chatted. She wasn’t a stripper.
While we were sitting there, we were approached by a ton of different girls. The flirtatiousness didn’t work on me. Once they found out that I played for the other team, the attention was immediately focused on the other guys. Because it was a strip club, I thought there would be more stripping. This wasn’t the case. There was some toplessness, but I definitely thought there would be more of it. Then again, I don’t have anything to really compare it to, but my friends confirmed my suspicions.
Out of all the dancers, only about two actually did cool stuff on the pole. They climbed it and slid up and down doing cool things in the air. Some of the others were just like dead fish and barely even moved around stage. The one that impressed me the most was a girl named Madeline. She did some crazy yoga/​pilates stuff with one arm and then one leg. I definitely tipped her. She deserved it.
Because it was a celebration, they brought the bachelor on stage with four girls. They spanked him, rode the back of his head and gave him some public lap dances. This was the first time I threw a wad of dollars on to the stage. I’m not positive, but I think I might have made it rain? The DJ was giving some funny banter and the groom-​to-​be had fun. Mission accomplished. I believe that little feature costs about $ 40 + tips. Not sure if that’s standard, cheap or expensive. I thought we got our money’s worth.
All and all it was a good night. The guest of honor was severely hammered and everyone was sad when the lights went on signaling the end of the night. Would I come back? Probably not. But if I had to suggest a strip club to someone, I just might recommend that they come here.
We didn’t eat here, but according to OC Weekly, they have amazing sushi? I’ll let you be the judge of that.

What is the appropriate amount of time to wave one’s empty glass at a bartender before walking out of a place?
Call drinks are expensive and expect to drop even more for a shot-​sized drink for a dancer.
We showed up at 4:30 so we’d be in place for Sushi Dave at 5:00. At 5:20 we left with just 1 drink and no sushi.
Visit 2 was the opposite of visit 1. Should I go back for a tie-​breaker?

At the door we were told they had 30 girls on a Saturday night. We asked the door man if we could take a look inside, he said no. We paid $ 10 per person and took our chances because it looked so nice on the outside.
The inside was beautiful as well — but there was 2 girls working and maybe 5 people at the bar. Definitely not 30 girls! We walked right back out and asked for our $$ back. After debating with the doorman and manager for 30 minutes — we received HALF of our $ back and 2 passes! PSH!!!
When a business rely’s on customer service, you give people their $ back! We would have totally came back on a busier night if they did! Instead — we went to Fritz and spent a fortune!
Will never go back there.

Since I’m spending a week on «vacation». I figure I would let my good friend and amazing director, screenwriter and narrator of documentaries Werner Herzog
write this review for me. This is what he sent;
You come across this strip club and you know, this is big. You can’t even explain vhy it is so big. vhat is intriguing is the utter senselessness of the look of the place. Then you get inside and vitness something vay beyond bayvatch, Dancers doing mating rituals for currency flinging around the elevated stage vith a pole in the middle.
By the vay, the breast. unbelievable.
Every single dancer I saw for vne single performance, or even less than vne performance. vne brief moment shared — an exchange of a moment vhen my tventy flew to da stage. Vne moment and you never see them again.
At most strip clubs you aren’t allowed to bring much in your pocket. No cell phones. Even a ballpoint pin can become a veapon. It’s confiscated. one person sitting vith another stranger vatching primitive dancing rituals. As a dancer, you have 10 minutes and you better perform and deliver. Ve are vatching.
You must not avert your eyes. Those are vhat is coming at us. I mean. The most vulgar blonde vith insulations of breast as far reaching out as this (makes hand gesture of really far extending arm reach)
Vne must vonder, do these vomen exemplify a new image? A new prototype of «so called» beauty? A comic strip beauty of utter vulgarity.
Ve have seen ideals of beauty in Greek antiquities ve have seen images of beauty in, let’s say early renaissance time. vhich is very strange and different than modern time. vhich creates bodies that are mutated. deformed and gross. But all of the sudden the deformity becomes the chosen ideal.
So please, do not avert your eyes from it. I am no prude here. I do live in Los Angeles and I know that 60, 70, or 80% of the vomen here are human mask.
Surgically redesigned. I mean they are frozen mask in a frozen vessel. It’s completely strange. And for me, bazaar. But you must not avert your eyes… or stop from making it rain.
Now I must turn to the horrors of nature. I am afraid this is inevitable. Nature is not something to be coddled and accepted and held to your bosom like a vounded snake. Tell me, did I come during amateur night? Specifically you, Madison.
(Editors note: He started rambling on about one particular dancer for a while.)
Madison. Voman…
You vere as raw as the sushi I consumed on the second floor and yet you revile me with your singular lack of dancing vision. Be aware. there is an essential truth and beauty in all things. From the death throes of a speared gazelle to the damaged smile of a freeway homeless.
But that does not mean that the invisibility of something implies its lack of being. Though simpleton babies foolishly believe the person before them vanishes when they cover their eyes during a hateful game of peek-​a-​boo, this is a fallacy. And so it is that the unseen breast you choose to keep covered during most of your performance still exist…
This is unacceptable.
I will tell you this Madison, not as a taunt or a threat, but as an evocation of joy. The joy of nothingness, the joy of the real. I want you to be real in everything you do… even if your bosom can not be.
If you can not be real, then a semblance of reality must be maintained. A real semblance of the fake real, or «real». I have conquered volcanoes and visited the bitter depths of the earth’s oceans. Nothing I have witnessed, from lava to crustacean, assailed me like your poorly executed pole climbing maneuver.
Nausea is not a sufficient word. In this regard, you are like your breast and not being real.
Then ve come to your music selection. I have never heard of this leppard who suffers deafness, but the pouring of some sugar on one should not be sung about so easily like the calls of a Ugandan tribal chant
It appalled me to the point of paralysis. Every quaver was like a brickbat against my soul. Music is futile and malicious. So please, if you require motivation to «shake dat ass», refrain from that noise. May I recommend the recitation of some sharp verse. Perhaps by Goethe. Or Schiller. Or Shel Silverstein at a push.
Your money is on the stage near the pole. I apologize for the lack of distance, but my arms are not what they used to be. I also apologize for the bills being smudged. I have been veeping.
Herzog.

It’s really classy in here. Most of the girls were really pretty and the majority of them did some pretty fancy shit on that pole.
The clientele wasn’t creepy. The drinks taste good, but I knocked off a star for the price. Also, the bouncers weren’t necessarily rude, but they weren’t very friendly either.

After some friends went to this place last week and raved about it, we planned this as part of a party bus crawl on Friday night. I had such high hopes.
First, I was not that impressed with the girls here. I wasn’t expecting Vegas, but I thought the talent here was average at best. Our cocktail waitress was really friendly, and so +1 star for her.
What really got us was that we had all chipped in for VIP treatment here. We spent several hundred dollars to get a private group room and were expecting that some of the girls (one of whom was paid a large sum already) would be sent up and add to the entertainment. Instead, some bored-​looking stripper came up and asked us in turn rather impatiently, «Hey do you wanna dance? Do you wanna dance? You? They told me to come up here and see if anyone wanted a dance. You wanna dance?» She acted like this was the last place on earth that she wanted to be, and it was a complete turn-​off.
I gather that this may be one of the more decent places in Orange County, but don’t come here expecting more bang for your buck if you’re prepared to spend a lot of money.