The Stage at The Zone

This area is no longer used on a regular basis. It is only used as a special function room rarely

I wish there had been male go go dancers. So sorry for the last commenter that he felt inadequate. The one bartender was nice. The other bartender was nice once you tip her. I guess for as shitty as this city is, I kinda liked my drinks. Would have been way better with Male AND Female go go dancing

This place really isn’t that bad, it just needs more people inside! $ 1 drinks for girls from 10pm to 12am, good music, energetic gogo dancers (both male and female when I was there)

This newly opened club with no cover is behind the Zone in the east building, that weird, loose configuration of anachronistic beer pong tables and lightly-​clad, Hooteresque black jack dealers who like some antique Bavarian clock, go on stage every hour to perform a rather robotic, mechanistic dance routine number faintly in tune and conspicuously off-​beat. It is perhaps the most diluted, zombificated, unnatural, forced expression of what is otherwise a rather celebrated and artistic form of human, aerobic rhythmic movement. Bypass the convoluted, heavily sedated calisthenics, and you find yourself in a small, dark amphitheater lighted mostly by the semi-​circular windows to the casino floor reminding you that you are in a casino. The place had several people for a Friday night. Okay, you can’t really blame them too much, because A. they just opened without much fanfare, and B. LEX and C. LEX, and D. LEX and E. LEX, etc. It’s rather odd, because it’s no larger than Sapphire in the other building, and Sapphire is perhaps the most unsuccessful flop of a lounge/​club ever to ungracefully grace the city. Perhaps if you combined the square footage of Sapphire and the Stage, you would have a decent club. Harrah’s split their pair and came up with 16 and 17. Wah-​wah.
On stage is a DJ with his requisite laptop accompanied by a significantly more talented dancer than outside and low-​and-​behold, perhaps the first male go-​go dancer outside of a gay club. Okay folks, I’m like all into supporting gay rights and hanging out at gay clubs, but it still jolts me a little to see a topless, buff dude gyrating about. Could it be male envy? A challenge to my manhood? Could it be latent homosexual sentiments deeply hidden within my psyche? Who knows, but I would have to say that this may perhaps be the future, and I may perhaps just be an old fuddy-​duddy who just has to enlighten himself and get with the times. I mean seriously, all it takes is looking away. Perhaps it says more about you that you are so disturbed by a topless man dancing seductively than interested in focusing on the lightly-​clad woman dancing seductively? I think I’m just threatened by his big pec’s and washboard stomach. Are women threatened by female go-​go dancers?
There is a bar in back without any stools. There are however stools and a narrow table surrounding the lowered area in front of the stage. You can barely make out the top of people’s heads from there. Below, in front of the stage, is a lounge with sofas. No dance floor! No dance floor? Are we supposed to dance in the semi-​circle top level? I just don’t see that happening. I just think the architect just f cked up. A dance floor in the center, lounge seating flanking it, that would have been a better idea. People don’t like to dance on the periphery, it just doesn’t happen. The dancers want to be front-​and-​center. With the utter and abject failure of Sapphire, I can’t imagine this place will be much of a success either, but it is a worthy shot and an alternative scene in an otherwise depressing nightlife scene. I left and went to LEX.