All Star Bar & Grill

I came here tonight as part of a bachelor party. You know that bar from Grindhouse? That’s what All Star reminds me of. The staff walk around in lingerie. Football on the TV. Generic hip-​hop over the speakers. Pool tables. Water all over the bathroom floor. But you know what? All Star doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not. Like any gentleman’s club, it’s where guys go to get up while they make small talk with the girls. So what.
My friend Dave gave me $ 20 so I could buy a dance. I wanted Arianna, but I settled for Gianna. I was allowed to grip her waist/​upper ass. Apparently there’s usually a cover. Tonight, however, is a Sunday night. No charge to get in. Aesthetically, the staff get a B. Gianna’s performance earned a B+. She went the extra mile and got implants. There are women here with frames all over the spectrum.
I had a pretty good time!

This bar is pretty much average. The cool thing is that on weekends they have scantily clad women giving lap dances.

The only thing memorable about this place is that they have «fashion shows», and not very good ones either.