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What can I review for my magical 69th?
Bare Elegance, of course.
(Yeah, I'm fully aware that I'm being obvious as f*ck, but thanks for asking.)
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I used to work at one of the big defense firms to the west on Imperial. One of the perks (missing on the official welcome sheet) was that you get free lunch time admission with your company badge! You have sign your name, but I always signed at the Head of Ethics or the CEO, and they never cared to check.
As with all strip clubs, there's a drink minimum, but with free admission it felt I had half off.
They had $1 steak plus all you can see pink taco on Mondays. If I recall correctly, they had a free buffet on Thursday with your required drink purchase.
Much to my surprise, the girls in lunch time lineup were pretty solid. There was always one dancer in the lineup that just ridiculously hot compared to her peers.
In closing, Bare Elegance, also affectionately called Building 69, was was a good place to be cheered up after a hard half day at work.
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So after my friend's birthday dinner at a blues club...what better way to end the night than at a strip club? LOL. Since he had never been to one before and neither had his gf (who gave him permission to go) we decided to go check out this place. I had heard from another friend that the best strip clubs were by the airport and we picked this place based on the name.
My only complaint against the place was that it is pretty expensive. First you must valet park. Then there is a $20 cover to get in. Luckily us girls didn't have to pay =P Granted the girls are pretty hot...there wasn't one ugly girl (and usually there's always at least one ugly girl), still $40 for a topless lapdance seems a bit steep to me. I think bikini dances are only $30. This was my only strip club that I've been to in LA. The first strip club that I went to was Olympic Garden in Vegas and the lapdances there were only $20.
Since we had a group of about 10 we sat at one of the stages. This might have been a mistake because everytime a girl came up to dance we had to keep tipping her. But on the other hand this was a great way to see all the girls and some of the girls were good at doing a little extra for a tip. Let's just say I got to grab some boobies and had my face stuffed between some boobs ;-)
Being the great friends that we were we got the birthday boy up on stage and got him a lapdance by 2 of the hottest girls there while everyone watched. I have to admit they were pretty good dancers...even I was getting a little um "hot" and I'm a girl. His gf was pretty cool and also got him a private topless lapdance as well. And since I didn't want his gf to feel left out I got her a lapdance too =P Oh what the hell...I guess I just like seeing girls getting lapdances from other girls, haha.
So I'm glad I'm not a guy because I could see how strip clubs could turn into a very expensive hobby. I recently watched a show where they were saying that at some of the high end strip clubs, girls could make $1k-$3k/night. Maybe I should consider a career change? That pole dancing class that I took might come in very handy after all, lolz.
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I went here on my birthday with friends and it was probably the shittiest night ever, Saturday, aside from these lap dances from an aging and cellulite legged lady from Sweden. Many of the girls there need to spend more time at the gym, they are pretty chubby, and the lap dances are really expensive for the $$$$ you drop for them.
Yeah the only thing good about that night was being with my pals and that stripper...she was a sweetheart...we spoke Swedish together and she made me feel like a king that night :)
But,
Never again...
I'll take my friends & money to RIO... I have heard many good things about it :)
These days, I am all about new experiences. So, a few weeks ago, when my client (who's now a friend--funny how being in the...umm, trenches...will get two people closer) said he was going to take me out to have some "fun" (his exact words were: "Dude, we're going out on Thursday night. You're head's going to explode."), I was like: "You don't have to ask me twice, but, where are we going?"
Him: "a strip club"
(So, I've never been in a gentleman's club and now, after I asked a few friends (okay, I asked everyone I knew, short of my dad and my mom--less of my fear of them asking further questions and more because I did want any untoward visual imagery to pop-up in my head), it was apparent that EVERYONE BUT ME had gone to a strip club before. One of my girl friends, who's a devout Christian and whom I would not have guessed would even venture near the parking lot of a club, let alone step in one, proudly asserted: "Yeah, I've gone to several! Bring dollar bills." Of course, now when I see her, visions of her clenching dollar bills in her teeth, try to stick it into the g-string of the girls (Gettin' that imagery? Girl-on-girl action. Hot...so...hot) immediately pop into my head. I'm going to hell (well, maybe I was going before, but now I'm sure I am now going to get to ride the "express" elevator).
Me (tyring to be nonchalant): "Oh yeah? Which one?"
Him: "Bare Elegance"
(Let those two words roll around your head a little: "Bare...Elegance." "Bare-Elegance." "BareElegance." "Barelegance." I don't know about you, but that conjures up images of naked royalty, and in a good, not Queen Elizabeth, sort of way.)
This whole conversation was starting to make me feel uncomfortable ... in my pants.
[Fast forward to Thursday.]
We started off at Chaya Venice to toss back a few drinks, then to Hama Sushi, where we had a few more sakes and, as a prelude of what things may come, some...sushi. So far, so good.
We leave for Bare Elegance, but on the way my friend asked if I minded we stopped by "a place" that he couldn't remember the name of, but it had something to do with paradise or sumthin', because he knew a girl there. (Me thinking: "Dude, don't BS me, you've been there many a times before.")
Me: "Sure, okay."
[Cut to Fantasy Island review - http://www.yelp.com/bi...]
At this point I am half-drunk, we make it down to Bare Elegance, which is near LAX. It was kind of quiet in the parking lot, so I guess we probably got here later than we should have. But when I walked in, WOW. Maybe because my expectations were set low from just having come from Fantasy Island, but IMHO the girls were undeniably hot. They even have their own poles with platforms that are 5 feet or so in diameter spread out over the room. "NOW NEW AND IMPROVED WITH MULTIPLE STRIPPER ACTION."
I moved to LA when I was 8, so I consider myself an Angeleno and I take great pride in my city. I am proud to think that all the lonely traveling salesmen who fly through our fair city and have a few hours to kill will somehow end up at Bare Elegance and see some really, really hot women getting completely naked.
They don't serve alcohol here, but I'm kind of glad they don't, because you wouldn't want to risk going to a museum sloshed to the point where you can't enjoy the nuance presented by the artist, would you? Besides, we can always liquor up somewhere else--first round is on me at the bar if you pick up the first round of lap dances at BE.
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