Brass Mule

Absolutely the worst! I would assume when the girls aren’t «working» they are at some methadone clinic. Talent level is that of a small traveling carnival.
While waiting on the next glitter covered stunner to walk on stage, we were hounded by the other dancers to «borrow» money to play music.
If you like watching a slow moving train wreck in person– stop by.

Warning; This rating is for NOSTALGIA, as best as I an remember.
As a college student in the early 1980s, this place was all the rage. I believe the cover was two dollars, and if you bought the dancer a drink, it was six dollars. Believe it or not, a tidy sum in those days.
Most of the broads weren’t bad looking, nothing resembling the ratings I see here. No runway models, of course, but at least «SEVENS» all the way around.
And I’m 100% sure it was topless in them days, maybe bottomless as well?
Always have great memories of the place though, and must respect a strip joint that’s been in business over 40 years, right?
Judging from the recent reviews I see, place has really gone downhill, if that’s possible.

Absolutely horrifying! Stumbled across this dive while on a seedy pub crawl on Monmoth. We had went to the Brass Ass first on our night of debauchery. I had thought that was bad but dear god, the bar is much lower at the Brass Mule. The dancer was wearing a Queen Latifa bra from Walmart. The men who looked like regulars here were what one would probably expect to see at a low class strip joint, fat, sweaty and wanting those poor girls to practically sit on their face for a dollar. I will admit this was my first strip club experience and what I know is based on what I have seen in movies which usually has fit, young women twirling artisticly on poles. I’m pretty sure you have to go to Vegas to see that kind of show. Still we had a good laugh, but also depressing. I made just as much in tip money just doing haircuts, fully clothed and not being degraded in any way.

Unfortunately for me I lived in Tampa and have had my expectations set for strip clubs at Mons Venus and 2001. To say the brass ass is a strip club is like saying an 83 AMC pacer is a great car. Sure there is liquor and girls wearing multiple sets of underwear but it misses out on the strip part of the name. I was told local law prevents them from exposing us to their bare bodies. The girls were interesting with many sulking in the corner on their iPhones not engaging the guys, all while no one was dancing on stage. I’ll give them the benefit of doubt and state that this was a Thursday night bachelor party. However it was clearly evident that these girls think this is a job and not a career. They are clearly focused on their coursework and obtaining. advanced degrees and not focusing on the task at hand stealing money from drunken guys. On the upside drinks were reasonably priced and strong. Won’t be back… but now have a new standard for what a bad strip club is…

Me and a couple buddies were in for the weekend. We were lookin to see some tits and possibly get some dances with happy endings. Deja Vu is out of business so we resorted to this establishment. if you can call it that. We were already hammered and went in and paid to cover charge to see girls in bikinis. I had to piss and didn’t know where the bathroom was so I pissed in the corner of a side room where there was a vending machine (it was probably nicer than the actual bathroom). We go in and my buddy buys beers… that came in cans? Should’ve thrown them at the livestock on stage. The strippers were horrendous, but yet I still slid dollar bills into the girl’s cooter. I ended up with my head down on the counter because I was disinterested, and extremely intoxicated. My buddy paid for a private dance… which wasn’t private at all. It could be seen by everyone in the joint. The dancer that provided him with this dance was overage and possibly had all of her teeth? She reaked of cigarettes. On our way out, I paid my respects by vomiting on the exterior of the front wall. We got a cab back to Cincy and that’s a wrap!

I wish there was a way to leave zero stars. I don’t even know where to start. Scam, rip off, shady, dump… Im from Vegas and I just can not believe this place gets away with this shit. Looks and attitudes were all around nasty. Had to buy girls drinks. Old Grandma lady said they wanted the large drink. Didn’t tell me anything and then came back with 3 drinks and said that will be $ 165!!! 165!!! I reluctantly paid because I was showing old friends a good time. I asked how much vip was and its $ 330!!! Do I have a briefcase full of money in my hand? And if I didnt, you couldn’t give me one to go back to this dirt bag dump. These girls should be ashamed of where their lives have gone. They are treated like the livestock theyare. Don’t go here!!! Shady, ugly, stinky, whores!!!

EWWWWWW. this place is a shit hole. STEER CLEAR. My buddy dragged me in here one night after drinking at huddles (the bar across the street). We get in there and this amazon woman starts grabbing my crotch. 8 feet tall no joke missing teeth leather face. so once i got her to leaveme alone i met a semi attractive girl names kelly or something. i got a dance from her but there was no private lap dance room so it was really akward and just out in the open. and to make things worse about a half hour later i saw her going down on some old man in the clubs «VIP» section which is obviously not very private. thank god i was smashed while i was in this crack den otherwise i would have blown my brains out. if you want a blowjob hit this place up…

This was one of the worst experiences of my life.
A group of friends and I went here for my bachelor party because a cab ride to Deja Vu or Diamonds would have been too expensive… Looking back, I wish we had paid the extra, it would have been worth it.
The place is seedy from the get go. $ 5 cover, whatever. 1 drink minimum, understood. Most of the girls were very unattractive. On another note, we were there on a Friday night (one would expect this to be when the best performances are, weekend nights), and there was no toplessness (part of the reason one GOES to a place like the Brass «A$$», or Brass Mule, whatever you call it.). The beers we were served were $ 3 cans of Miller/​Bud/​Miller Lite that were cold but tasted skunked. $ 15 minimum on credit cards, which would be understandable at almost any bar, but I wouldn’t trust this place with a card, so I recommend using cash (if you’re dead set on going).
The girls actually have to pay for their music on the clubs jukebox, also sketchy, and they walk around begging patrons for the $ 2-​$ 4 so they don’t have to pull from their tips. THEN, as if the night couldn’t get worse, my best man paid for me to have a lap dance and the owner said, «Oh, you don’t get to pick the girl.» NEVER heard of that before. Ever. She says, «Don’t worry, I’ll send my best.» Well, her best was my nightmare. Orange, leathery skin, missing teeth, and body odor that smelled like fermenting meats and cheeses. After a few minutes, I still hadn’t tipped her at all (thinking there was nothing worth tipping) and she said, «F**k this guy!» and stood up. That was the highlight of the Brass Mule.
Never going back.
Not recommending.
Avoid this place. Go to Deja Vu or Diamonds instead.

I’m sorry, I just can’t resist doing this one.
The Brass Ass is one of the Tri-State’s «première» gentleman’s establishments. Take that for what you will.
And yes, I have been here a couple times, I’m not ashamed to admit it. This place is hilarious, just as most strip clubs are.
While it might not have the most amazing women, (again, it’s the Tri-​State, what do you expect? All the hot strippers are in big cities,) it makes up for it in its humble nature.
The drinks, while expensive, are VERY strong, you’re not losing out anything on that deal.
However, the Brass Ass and all the strip clubs in the area have one big problem. From what I’m told, (and yes, TOLD, I’ve only been to the Brass Ass and it’s sister joint across the street,) none of the strip clubs in the Tri-​State can do full nude.
You won’t even really get partially nude dancers at the Brass Ass. It’s more of a go-​go bar than it is a strip club.
That said, if you’re looking for an amusing time after getting drunk at the levee, hit up the Brass Ass and «make it rain.» These girls have to pay for college somehow.