Red Garter Gentlemans Club & Cigar Lounge

Avoid this place like the plague. They rip you off when you buy a girl a drink. After I confronted the girl and asked for the manager, I was thrown out. I’m from out of town and said see ya to this place.

Warnings to all

If you are looking at this, just go elsewhere. Trust me! You’ll thank me later! Drive the extra bit to Pts, you’ll be much more satisfied.

The most horrible people work for company girls are very nasty mangt is very rude if yo u have a chance go to Pts or dancers they treat people like shit, you can’t touch the girls spend money else where!

Unilocalers, make sure you check in here for a free cover!
This club is by far one of the largest/​most spacious that I’ve ever visited. Super high ceilings and a very open floor plan help make it feel less grungy and divey than other clubs.
The dancers are fairly middle of the road regarding looks, but some of them have some serious talent on those poles! Especially given the fact that the tops of the poles are not fixed in the ceiling and wobble tremendously as a result – it made me a little nervous. Likewise, some of them look like they’d rather be cleaning toilets than dancing up on stage, but maybe some guys like the grumpy look?
Now for the part I don’t get: their payment system. If you purchase a dance ($ 20) and pay with a card, you get charged $ 40. You are then given «Garter Bucks,» aka fake monopoly money, that is valued at $ 32. Then you have to give 20 of those bucks to the dancer, leaving you with $ 12. So dances are really more like $ 28 if you pay with a card – additionally, at $ 6.75 for a beer, there’s not a lot you can do with twelve bucks in this place. So, pro tip: when you come, just bring cash. Otherwise, they will ream you with credit card fees. The ATM also charges $ 10 for each transaction, so don’t count on using that.

After 9 there are two things that occur. 1) they charge a cover. Its only 7 bucks, so its not that big of a deal. 2) the a squad takes the stages. There is definitely a difference. No pressure, lots of girls. Bar has a nice selection, but I’m not sure the middle aged guys know what to do with it. The space is fairly clean and open. Seating is comfortable. Easy place for couples.

I have nothing good to say about this place. Worst strip club in the city compared to the other popular respectable clubs. «Brass, PTs, Dancers etc». The building has the best location and the owners must be crazy for not capitalizing on this place. A little refab and this place could be the nicest in the city. Picture Nicky Blaine’s with poles!!! Not sure if this would help with the terrible entertainment, unfriendly and poorly dressed security, and the non hookup for local service industry people who send them business all the time. If I was this place I would be classing it up, flying in talent, hiring better girls, and running a shuttle to meridian street on the weekends.

Jade rocks!
Nothing over the top or unscrupulous… just a beautiful woman making good conversation and a great time for a happy customer. Good times for all. Thanks!

All the girls here, especially Anna and Ashley were super nice. All the negative reviews were from cheap asses who don’t know gentlemen’s club etiquette. Highly recommend.

I’d like to think I could give these girls a run for their money. Yeah, I said it. Maybe I could show off my signature dance floor move of which I like to call «The hip roll and drop… and drop. and drop».
So, to be fair this is only my second strip club visit but the ladies in DC sure do make us Hoosiers gals look lazy. I was expecting a pole, exotic dancing, sexy rap music, yadda yadda. Not the case at Red Garter. The performance (is that what you call it?) consisted of a 4 women simultaneously wallering on tables with very little dancing actually taking place. The specialty seemed to be motor boating… so, if that’s «your fav» Red Garter is guaranteed to deliver — at least twice over…
Between the big cloud of smoke in the air, my concern for the dancer’s professional futures, women’s lib mentality and the creepishly serious environment of men who looked like politicians or bankers– this is not the place for moi. When I say, «Meh. I’ve experienced better.» I mean, «Meh. I’ve experienced better.»

Yikes! I feel like whenever I end up at a strip club it’s like ending the night at a casino. The next day you’re just going to wake up with a lot less money and a lot of regret. But, this was not the case! We asked someone random at a bar where we could go scope some T&A and they told us here. Whoa Whoa Whoa, I feel like he played a bad joke on us or something! This place was so terrible I actually left with money still on me! There were seriously 5 or 6 girls on the floor on a Saturday night (none of them more than a 6) and this place was dead. We sat down and the waitress was nowhere to be found (did I mention that this place was dead). We waited for a while and then just went to the bar for drinks. The bar where I ordered a Purple Rain (a souped up long island) and I have no idea what he actually made me– it tasted like soda. Just avoid this place!

Yes… here we go… my first strip club review.
On Tuesday night a group of us decided to check out a few strip clubs. We intended on going to trashy strip clubs, and someone mentioned the Red Garter, cause most of us hasn’t been there and that it «is ok, but totally trashy but no PT’s.»
After dinner, we all met over at the Red Garter. They offer a military discount, which benefited my friend and his wife, and women have to pay, it was $ 5.
The Red Garter is located right downtown, making it a popular spot with post-​sports events and conventions. We were there early and we were the only guests. Two friends of ours (men) had already gotten a booth, and the three girls on duty were sitting with them. The four of us (two guys and two girls) sat down in the booth next to them. We instantly noticed the strange look — it’s a giant warehouse with one wall that features a panoramic image of the skyline and the other wall is all mirrors. All the seating is velvet, there are NO POLES. Yes, no stripper poles.
Three or four square stages are surrounded by chairs, and all the way to the wall (and where the booths are) are red velvet covered arm chairs with tables.
The bartender took our drink order, and checked back a number of times. We paid with cash, and during her second visit two of us decided to order cigars. They were out of a lot of them, and we eventually found two we liked — I got a $ 10 cigar and my friend got an $ 18 Montecristo. She brought them out, and we paid her cash. Shortly after a waitress came over, and we started a tab with her. At this time she broke the news to us that we had to move to the chairs below, and that the booths cost money and are VIP.
Lame! Especially cause no one was in the bar, and the two ½ hours we were there, no one sat in the booths, ha ha.
We moved to a area with chairs and all the dancers followed. A few were nice enough, and you can tell they weren’t playing mind games for money — we hung out and talked about life in general and they didn’t sit on laps, they seemed to like to talk more about music and our weird drinks (goth/​punk) then anything else. They were nice enough, and you could tell they didn’t want to be at work.
Other girls showed up and started dancing. It was okay. The mix of women was sorority girl — big and small, as well as curvy and super skinny. We even heard a rumor from one dancer that one of the girls was pregnant. She was the most unimpressive of the dancers, and preferred to lay on the stage than actually «dance.»
We decided to leave and head elsewhere. The waitress was very friendly and brought us our checks. Since we had already paid cash for our cigars, we knew we didn’t owe for them. Our of the guys we were with — who did not smoke a cigar — had a charge on his bill for a $ 18 Montecristo. He brought it up with the waitress, who knew we had already paid for them. She brought it to the bartender, who did not rectify it, then brought out the manager. THe manager told us that he *did* smoke the cigar. We were shocked — he did not smoke the cigar, and we had already paid cash to the bartender for the two smoked. The waitress, despite her niceness, didn’t stand up for us (she didn’t want to get in trouble I’m sure), and the manager went to go «talk to the bartender.» This took 30 MINUTES.
We moved our party to the door, hoping this would intimidate them and let them know we were serious — we weren’t sitting there any longer, and we weren’t going to be getting dances/​paying attention to the strippers any longer than we needed.
The bartender proceeded to tell us we never paid for it. It was bullshit. She was lying. We really do think that she scammed us — and my friend had to pay $ 20 for a cigar he never smoked.
We stomped out, pissed off and disgusted with the way we were treated.
Never again!