This is my update for this place. I visit two or three times a month, usually in the evening.
Last night, Saturday, I dropped by around 11 PM. It was quite busy, but I found myself a table central to the stage. There were eight girls working and about forty customers.
For your further edification and necessary information, the grille in the restaurant is really good, since the cook can whip up a mean and tasty steak or burger for an outrageously reasonable price. It is so good that the girls actually eat here.
Morgan, a very attractive blonde with an ugly blot in her tramp stamp area, came around and chatted briefly with me, as did the lovely Abbie, a redhead who is probably the most outgoing and popular babe in the place. There were a couple of French Canadians working last night also, but their names escape me entirely.
I got the urge for a few dances so I called over Natalie, a somewhat rough around the edges bespectacled blonde with long legs and small nay nays. We proceeded to the VIP room, where, in Silvers tradition, she showed me the rough side of VIP dancing. Her grinding motions, I believe, were meant to screw me permanently into the couch. She grabbed, bit and chewed me so much that I am presently wearing a turtleneck shirt to hide my obvious neck wound. She also left bite marks on many key areas of my poor body. After four dances, I had to call timeout. After five dances, I went home to nurse my wounds. For those seeking escapist moments, her menu is open to any suggestions.
Natalie's dances were too rough for even a tried and true connoisseur of the Windsor Ballet. She left scratches, bumps, bruises and bite marks that will take time to heal. Her rough actions gave me a charley horse on my right hip. All in all, I loved it. A definite repeat.