Private Eyes

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3 out of 7 or 8 girls were okay, most were friendly. The crazy thing is that they have charges left and right, literally milk you for your money, completely ruins the mood you don’t even wanna spend on the girls. $ 20 cover charge, they require you to check in your jacket, backpack etc for $ 3 each, a beer is $ 11, drinks are $ 14, they require one drink per person, there’s a minimum $ 30 charge on your credit card so don’t close it out after your first round. And no ATM, although the one that is a block away supposedly only had a $ 3 withdrawal fee which isn’t too bad.

Charged twice even though I paid cash, the first time, sleazy scum bag place I will never visit twice unless I have singles on me

The smaller training ground for the Flashdancers /​New York Dolls enterprise. Watered down drinks and auditioning dancers. The club is small and indiscreet. It’s a good spot for a business meeting as the music isn’t too loud, it’s not often crowded, and the dancers aren’t too aggressive. But…2 stars.

This place epitomizes the sleazy strip club stereotype. The place is generally dingy, the girls look unhappy and can’t dance to save their lives. The seating is shitty and cramped with the horrible lap dances happening on bench seating along a wall. The waitresses and hostesses were pushy about tips and were scamming for drinks all night. The whole scene was so bad that I went into the adjacent bar room to drink until my buddies were done. I love strip clubs but this place was just really really low rent.

Decent club some girls are ehh and some are wow!
Drinks are overpriced and not to strong as expected. Order from the bar and not the waitress they are very pushy with tips.
Lap dances are $ 20 a pop with no full touch only ass.

THE WORST EVER! Do yourself a favor and just don’t ok!
Not even sure where to start, maybe the fact that they charged me and being a female I think is just wrong. I never pay to go in with my boyfriend and I’m not gonna start because I’m in NYC! Well we get in and what a dissapointment. I came close to asking if I was being punked. The 4 – 5 girls I did see were either to drunk to stand or just nothing at all to look at. There was one Asian girl I wanted to try and wait around and see if she was at least worth the cover charge but I couldn’t take it anymore and had to leave! We had to buy a drink with our cover so ok 2 mixed drinks that tasted like shit and a water $ 47!!! Never never never again and I hope this review stops others from wasting their time and money. We chugged our crappy over priced drinks and made it down the street to Diamond club where we had the best time ever :) Private Eye owners you should be ashamed of yourselves and rethink your whole business ASAP.

Meh…
I think this place would be better if they learned to love who they are instead of trying to be something they are not.
NEWS FLASH: you are a sleazy/​middle of the road strip club (which is okay). Sometimes a little sleaze is all you need.
Nothing special, girls with daddy problems, overpriced drinks and crappy dances.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love a good strip club but after seeing whats going on here I am dissappointed.
NOTE: If you show up to a club with 12+ guys during a bachelor party, it is common practice to NOT charge them covers.
OBSERVATION: The girls were clearly in need of both cash and drugs.
GIST: All in all, this place is tiny, awkward and will likely never be a 4 star club.

Kind of in a trashy area. Some of the girls are nice. There’s a cute Japanese girl working there. Haven’t been in several years. One of those places you go to once … then never go back to. I made the mistake of going here twice thinking it would get better. /​sigh

Daisy is horrible and will scream at you as you are getting dances. If you aren’t getting dances from one of her friends, she does not want that girl to make money.
Pros: girls are pretty
Cons: uncomfortable environment

Ugh, where do i begin?
It was going pretty okay at first. My best friend and I sat in front of the stage, which we were pretty excited about. The girls however, seemed quite lazy and out of it. I don’t know if it was because they’ve been dancing all day or what, but there was no energy or enthusiasm what so ever.
The waitress came and we each ordered a drink and paid separately on our credit cards. She came back with the receipt (drinks were very expensive, btw). I tipped her, but she insisted that I should tip more. That got my pretty upset, so I told her no, which she then preceded to argue with me. She did the same thing to my friend, but their argument was a little more heated.
Anyway, we left after about 30min because the dancers were kind of boring except for the ONE stripper who actually knew how to work the pole. The next day, I get a text from my best friend saying this club charged $ 200 on her card. WTF???
We went back to the club the next day and they said it was just a pre-​charge they put on the card when someone opens a tab to make sure that person has money. This was odd because when the waitress asked us, we specifically said we will not be opening a tab. And if she had opened a tab anyway, she should’ve told us a charge that large would be temporarily placed. I think that should be something you would notify all customers.
I WILL NOT BE ATTENDING THIS PLACE AGAIN.

Happened to visit the establishment on a rainy night with not much in store to do. Frankly, would not go back.
The drinks are overpriced.
The atmosphere is pushy and a bit unpleasant.
Strippers are old. No tricks in store. Cheesy pick up lines to get lap dances.
We stayed for approximately 30 minutes and left.

Nah, I’m not a fan of welfare.
I don’t want my cabbage going to chickenheads with 12 kids, no husbands, no jobs, no motivation… ESPECIALLY if they have a nice rack, thick thighs, a scar-​less face and a round bottom.
Bitch, get ya ass on the stage and shake them thangs for mah wad of singles. Wanna eat? Wanna feed ya rug rats? Wanna get high (you know that’s the bait)? Then, climb on that dirty ass pole and slide on down.
This spot has a wealth of international talent. Its not one of the high-​end joints with all the bells and whistles but its clean enough and I even saw some normal looking couples mingling with the «employees».
The cover charge and drink prices are still steep but in order to stifle your cognitive senses and forget what your mom told you about these places, ya gotz ta get drunk.
Yea, I’m a big fan of workfare.

i could lie.
put the blame on peer pressure, excessive drinking, or raw hedonism.
i could say i do it for my buddies, but i don’t enjoy it myself.
there ‘s an element of truth in the above,
but there is one, primary reason i go to strip clubs:
FOR HUMANITY.
from all over the country, all over the world, women, faced with cost of living in one of the world’s most expensive cities, become exotic dancers. being naked, being judged, lusted after and loathed, in many cases hiding the truth from family and friends, all in pursuit of their american dream.
not an easy life.
as a caring human how can I not help?
what would any good citizen do?
WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?
as strip clubs go Private Eyes would probably be considered mid– level. you won’t see porn stars, smoke machines, hot buffets or pro athletes here but you also won’t see drug dealing or prostitution. c-​shaped stage, multicolored lights, poles and mirrors everywhere, the décor screams generic movie set strip club. while the clientele is largely male, female patrons should feel safe here as i have seen women, either as part of a couple or in the company of a group of guys, in attendance. the main draw of a strip club is the women, and while taste is highly subjective, i’m a fan. if you prefer the pam anderson/​vegas show girl type this probably isn’t the place for you. silicon here seems to be the exception, not the rule. the women here are attractive and quite diverse, ethnically and in terms of body types. don’t worry you won’t see excessive cellulite, stretch marks or bullet wounds. it’s just not a peroxide blond double d-​cup wonderland. yes there’s always that one overly aggressive girl that you tip in hopes that she will go away but most are quite cool and personable. whether it’s the pleasant smile after giving $ 1 tip or the hug after $ 20 lap dance it actually feels good giving them your money.
while not as expensive as most strip clubs, a night at Private Eyes won’t be cheap. cover runs $ 15 with mandatory $ 3 coat check. this is not a place for heavy drinking as an amstel light will run you $ 11.
then there’s tips, and lap dances.
i wouldn’t go in with less than $ 100, and realistically expect to drop $ 150-​$ 250. don’t believe Chris Rock? want to see what’s behind the curtain?
a trip to the champagne room will set you back $ 500.
(i have yet to partake, but send me $ 497 and i gladly go and update my review)
while i enjoy playing the role of benefactor, until i get corporate sponsorship or the IRS recognizes my spending here as charitable donations i will be just an occasional visitor. neither deviant nor pervert, not healer, or samaritan, just an average guy doing what i can, to make the world a better place–
$ 1.00 at a time.

I was in midtown w/​a friend in town on business and after dinner and more than a few drinks we decided that there isn’t a better way to spend a Wednesday night than at the strip club. It isn’t too over priced for a strip club, but the quality of women doesn’t even come close to the amount it costs, even for the Wednesday night JV squad. Not terrible, but not great either.

Dear Stripper,
I am writing this letter to let you know that you were very special to me growing up. I mean, at age 18, you showed me what a real grown woman looks like. Up until that time, my only experience was with girls my own age.
You introduced me to that beautiful «stripper smell» and over permed hair. You showed me that even on Wednesday afternoons, crappy buffets and boobs really do go hand in hand.
You showed me that women getting lap dances from women is 10000x better than actually getting my own lap dance.
I’ll admit, in my earlier years, I bought into what you were selling.
But today, I am going to have to break up with you forever. To be honest, this can’t be a big surprise to you. We’ve been on the rocks for the past 5 years.
It’s not you, it’s me.
Well, it’s both.
Well, then again, it actually is you.
Don’t be sad though, you’ll have plenty of company. I mean, the dude sitting in the front row wearing purple sweatpants and a red velvet shirt will always be willing to part with $ 1.
The overweight swinging couple will always get the 2-​for-​1 lap dance special.
The 14 dudes with the bachelor party will all pitch in $ 5 to send their buddy into the champagne room for an overpriced bottle of Korbel and your fascinating stories about one day opening a boutique clothing store.
You will forget about me, especially when the DJ yells out, for the 150^th time of the evening «Ok guys let’s welcome to the center stage CANDY CANDY CANDY! Don’t forget $ 20 lap dances! CANDY CANDY! Marissa to the left stage please.»
I suppose this could be considered as racist, or sexist, or even strippist, but I just don’t like your kind anymore.
So, here’s to your little white purse filled with fecal saturated $ 1 bills, your $ 25 dollar vodka tonics, and your custom branded matchbooks that have, on more than one occasion, gotten me into trouble.
I am moving on to greener pastures. I am sticking with the real thing.
That is, until a group of actresses ask me to join them at Sapphire in Vegas again.
Until then, keep on keepin’ on.
–Archie
P.S.
Glitter.

Being from Las Vegas this club had a lot to try to compare to. Their ratings on the wall from 2002 stated they were a hells angel strip club, and after party spot for broadway. When you step in the door there’s a 15.00 cover and a bar with no girls. the girls are hiding inside where they work hard to try to get tips. Remember folks ‘no sex in the champagne room’, with the 545.00/hr pricetag which did not include champagne.

I noticed that no guys have written reviews of strip clubs (at least not the Unilocalers I know so far; I’ve also only been Unilocaling for a month). That’s weird. Any man who likes sex, and/​or has looked at porn, and/​or masturbates has been to a strip club at least once. And don’t deny ever doing any of these things you stinking liars. Stop being such pansies and write about it! Inquiring minds want to know! Namely myself, hahaha.
Private Eyes is one of the smallest strip clubs I’ve ever been to. In fact, my friend and I completely missed the front door when we walked by. The entrance first leads to a «regular» bar area, where there is a stripper pole, but the dancer is dressed. Obviously, there were no patrons sitting in this area. Off we went to find some naked chicks! In front of a hallway, sat a «doorman» who charged $ 15 for us to enter; there is also a minimum two drink requirement. The hallway led to another room, about the same size as the first bar, but had a 2-​pole stage with seats all around, a couple of tables, and leather couches all along the along the 4 walls.
My buddy and I grabbed two seats next to the stage, and proceeded forking out singles, mainly to the dancers who actually talked to us. These were the same girls who were friendly enough to come sit with us later and have a real (if mostly fluffed up) conversation. And these were the same girls who we eventually got lap dances from. Hey, why would we get dances from someone who isn’t friendly? Well, I did, from one dancer who was smoking hot. Too bad she had smoker’s breath (yech), and she didn’t even dance the whole song. Booooo.
But I still give this place 4 stars because of the friendly women. They are relatively attractive, and there’s a wide range of physiques, from thin/​petite types, to super-​buxom fake-​o-​rama mamas. Drinks are decently priced, and lap dances are $ 20 a go. If you’re feeling like a high roller, you can pay $ 400 for a 1 hour private session in the «Champagne Room». One dancer told us that the privacy gets you very close attention, «anything except sex» in her words. Use your imagination to define «anything». I certainly did. =P