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[harrypotter420]

So I was planning my buddy's bachelor party, and we decided to spend a weekend at a friend's cottage, up in the laurentians. I made some extensive research on this site and others to find a strip club within reasonable driving distance, but it seemed like the cottage was located at about 1hour away from any strip club (gatineau, tremblant and grenville all being about that driving distance).

So we figured we weren't going to go - the bachelor didnt really mind as he is the least perverted of the bunch... However, much to our surprise, driving in the town of St-Emile-de-Suffolk, about 30minutes north of montebello, on the 323, we see this run down house with a sign saying "dance erotique", called Suzie II or something.

So we decide to go - we show up around 11. It was freaking hilarious. First of all we were 8, and so by coming in we were easily doubling the entire clientele, but we saw the stage, but no women. It was saturday, so we were pretty sure to see some action - I asked the barmaid, she said "THE stripper is coming in soon." I'm like "THE stripper? as in 1?" - she says yeah.

Soon after we saw this actually very hot black chick, who was certainly not local talent, and this older women who we were praying was not a stripper, and probably was local talent. Anyways, mileage from the black chick was very good, but to our surprise, no extras offered.

anyways, in the end, we left a bit poorer, with the knowledge that we visited the weirdest strip club in the world

repeat? not unless I am stranded in the area

PS: as for directions, "st-emile-de-suffolk" is pretty much sufficient.

 

[yak2432]

I might have you beat. About 20 years ago a buddy and I were driving through Arnprior on a Saturday night. This was before they built the bypass so you actually had to drive through downtown. There was a sign at the Madawaska hotel that said something like Exotic Dancers Tonight or Live Nude Girls Tonight, whatever. We thought "How bad could it be".

There was a side room that looked like it may have been a cafe at one time that they converted into a small lounge/bar. We grabbed a table and looked around, no strippers just a couple of Valley boys. Bartender/waitress came over and we got a couple of beers. She then went back behind the bar, set her tray down, scanned over the crowd to see if everyone had drinks, turned up the sound system and walked over to the small stage in the corner (probably where the latest Stompin' Tom clone would play) and did a 4 song show. She was probably late 20's, small boobs, stretch marks and a fairly hairy box. Afterwards, she dressed, went back behind the bar, grabbed her tray, came over and said "You guys want another 2 Blue?"

 

[jughead]

The Arnprioites nicknamed this place "The Mad House" The upstairs bar was more of a country music venue. The down stair where the strippers were closed down a few years before the bar itself did. The last few years the strippers were in town they were coming from a supplier (for lack of a better word) in Ottawa (Hull). The bar had a reputation for being rough, fight were pretty common place, you looked at some one the wrong way and you might just find a pool cue upside your head. The ladies (yeah that a good one) down stair a fellow could pick up the strippers pretty easy. Hey it's a small town not much to do so hey why not EH! (only if you were desperate, really desperate and dead drunk). Any how the entire place closed down a about 5 years or so ago. Now .................hold on to you hats ..................this is a good one, this place is now a Church!

 

[jimmyt]

Too Funny!!

Way back about 25 yrs or so ago I had a buddy working for the Hydro and he lived in Calabogie. When I went up to visit we used to go to the 'Prior and visit the Madhouse.

The first time I was up there after his wife got pregnant (and MEAN) we were sitting there with a dancer with tits that were blue veined and looked like roadmaps, a caesarean scar, and stretch marks. Clump, Clump Clump comes his wife down the stairs, you could hear her coming, she was wearing snowmobile boots. Stomps up to our table, mad as hell over god knows what (If you have kids and gone thru a pregnancy with you wife or SO, you'll understand this). To the best of my recollection, this is what happened;

Wife; "What are you doing here?"
Buddy; "Having a beer, I'll be home shortly"
Dancer: "who is this"
Buddy; "My sister"

At this point, things got real. Wife calls dancer slut, whore, and a few other things. Dancer calls wife many of the same things. My buddy gets a beer dumped on his head by his wife. Dancer keeps calling wife names, my buddy tell her to shut up. Gets another beer on his head, this time courtesy of Dancer. By this time I am up at the bar, having a picked egg and acting like I dont know any of these people.

We all leave. Major domestic at home ending with my buddys' wife crying, him puking ,and I watched TV until morning when I left to go home, a day earlier than I had planned.

That was the last of many trips to the Madhouse in the late 70's and early 80's. Place had a lot of charecter back then.

 

[jimmyt]

The Arnprioites nicknamed this place "The Mad House" ..... this is a good one, this place is now a Church!

Some sort of fate at work here.....I would imagine that every single one of the commandments were broken here on a nightly basis......

God, they had great pickled eggs and sausage there......

 

[nylonfeetlover]

still better than those neighbourhood clubs where the only dancer is the owner's wife