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Neighborhoods: Financial District, North Beach/Telegraph HillNov 21st - Dec 21st featuring nightly dances for charity. Bring an unwrapped toy or donation and receive free admission.
Announced 1 week agoMon-Wed. 11:30 a.m. - 2:00 a.m.
Thu. 11:30 a.m. - 4:00 a.m.
Fri-Sat. 11:30 a.m. - 5:00 a.m.
Sun. 11:30 a.m. - 2:00 a.m.
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Larry Flynt is a good man.
Actually, a great man.
Wait, I take it back, he's one of the most historical and astounding men of the 20th centu...no, make that American history.
I'll spare everyone the history lesson (you can either watch Woody Harrelson's movie or read his wiki entry), but how do you not respect a man who helped bring bewbies to mainstream America? Sure Hustler may not have the same sort of name recognition as Playboy or maybe even Penthouse does, but it's been as influential to the bewbie scene as anything else.
And if that's not enough, he's helped bring to San Francisco an equally historic location, located right off of Broadway.
Now among Yelpers the Gold Club is famously known for its 5 dolla Friday lunch time food and bewbie buffet, but not far up here in North Beach is a similar deal--except it's offered on both Thursdays and Fridays.
The food is near identical (fried chicken, pork ribs, mashed potatoes), but they also offer lasagna here as well, and they have serve up a mean eclaire.
The only way to go wrong here is to not go here..
It's a strip club. Not much to say. You know what to expect...BLUE BALLzzzz!!! :)
What more else is there to say? It's definitely not vegas and no, I would not eat here.
Lap dance, lap dance..baby look I got crumple in my pants (I'm talking about money here!).
Paris loves jiggly jigglies!!!!!
Theys good but theys expensive!
Titty bar on a Tuesday night?! I guess so. Some of my friends wanted to stop by here before heading to Icon in the city. Cover was $15 and they have drink specials Tuesdays and Wednesdays. $2 well and domestic beers.
I bought the first round of drinks for the 6 of us. Redbull vodkas at $3 are a pretty good deal. One of the guys bought the ladies a couple of lap dances each. They seemed to enjoy them last night. LOL! We also got some food. We ordered some quesadillas, a hamburger with fries, chicken strips and nachos. I had a chicken strip and some of the nachos. The nachos are a pass. The chicken was good.
If I go to a titty bar again I am not the one planning it. LOL! I'll tag along if I get asked to go. These women are expensive. LOL!
Our bachelorette party went to Hustler an hour before closing only to have it put a damper on our evening. There were not enough chairs to sit at a table, we sat on each others laps or next to each other sharing a chair and were told immediately it was not allowed. Friendly spankings between friends were not allowed. The whole experience came to down to being told every 5 min what we could or could not do. Basically if you go to this club you have to sit down be bored and hope you don't make a wrong move.
I've been to a plethora of strip clubs since I first got my fake ID 3 years ago, and this is by far my favorite in SF.
On the girls: Lots of variation, like a friggin' T&A buffet. I have a particular fondness for flirtatious, big-titted chicks (probably because I'm the exact opposite), but I also love the cutesy, "girl-next-door" types. Basically, you will find all colors, shapes and sizes within the universal standards of beauty.
Everyone is friendly in a genuine sense - not just friendly to make some dollars. I've never felt hassled for a lapdance, which makes it easier to pick and choose which girls you prefer to dance with.
On the staff: The waitresses have always been dope. This short cutie named Rae is my favorite. She's feisty, and I truly, TRULY wish I could watch her melons bouncing around on that stage.
The DJ's are cool, too. Apparently they play songs based on what the stage girl likes dancing to, so I've heard music as standard as Armin Van Buuren and Black Eyed Peas, but also as obscure as Chromeo and The Devlins.
On the layout: I really dig the central, circular stage aspect. It reminds me of a campfire... Everyone seated around the tip bar, gazing into the warm glow of LED's and tasteful nudity. One of these days I'm going to bring a stick and some marshmallows.
I also dig that there's no upstairs - It makes it cozier in appearance without feeling cramped. When people refer to this club as "classy," they mean it. It's not so fancy that you're terrified to even fart in the bathroom, but it's also not what you'd consider a typical nudie-joint with sticky floors, shitty lighting and excessive creepers lurking in dark corners.
In conclusion, pay a visit to Mr. Larry Flynt's famous Hustler Club. Grab a few lap dances with your favorite hottie. Get wasted and dry hump your homies. Sit by the stage and introduce your face to a pair of lovely, fragrant breasts. But most importantly, bring at least $60 to spend; it's a considerable faux pas to show up at a strip club and sit around for 4 hours ogling for free. Don't worry - your money will be well spent.
tits, Ass, and a food buffett? What more could you ask?!
All the Dancers are Hotties and each of them have their own unique way of gettin you TURNED on. For some reason I think we got more than what we asked for! Wanna have an Xplicit Night? Then Get Hustled at the Hustler Club!!!
Cuz everyday I'm Hussa Lynn!
We decided to duck into this place for a few minutes. What can I say? It's a strip club. There was no cover, but we discovered there is a one-drink minimum. Since we didn't plan on staying anyway, we just bounced. For the few minutes we were there, I have to say the girls were pretty hot.
99% of the dancers are beautiful, and everyone has their own style of dancing. A great variety, with tattoos and mostly real breasts and great bodies. It kind of sucks that there are no topless dances in liquor clubs. The club itself is pretty, but I wish there were more stages and that it was bigger.
The managers are real jerks though, and you can totally tell they are in it to have sex with girls.
This is my 100th Review, and it's a doozy
I've been here several times; with friends, with the boyfriend, etc. and it's been fun. Nice enough not to feel gross, but sleazy enough to not lose out on the strip club experience.
After visiting the Hustler Club several times, I have one big question: Why isn't there some place like this for women?
I am so jealous that men (single, married, whatever) can come here, ogle then select a girl, pay 50 bucks and get some flirting and sexual attention. Then, that's it...transaction is over.
Where's the female equivalent? I want to be able to go someplace where a hot guy makes me feel relaxed and pretty and attractive. I don't want to go to a bar and either A) face rejection if I go up to a guy for some harmless flirting or B) wait around for some guy to talk to me, praying the whole time its not the male pattern baldness mouth breather in the corner who looks like he places craigslist casual encounters. And even if I did luck out and spend half an hour talking to a hottie, I don't want to have to worry that he's some psycho who's going to slip a roofie in my tanq and tonic, then try to date rape me. eff that!
So SF Strip Club Mafia...whatever your real name is, I know you own this club, and the one across the street, and the one down the street, and the one across town and all the other clubs in this city. Please open up a place for the ladies. One where I can walk in, peruse the talent, get my server to invite a nice, well dressed gentleman who understands hygiene to charm the bills out of my wallet and make me feel like a doll. Staff the place with a nice cross section of guys: Paul Rudd and Bradley Cooper types, maybe someone like that kid with the cool whip hair from Twilight (not really my style, but my friends seem to dig him) or whatever. Women aren't as discriminating as men...there are actually ladies who find Seth Rogan attractive. And have you seen what we spend money on? For real, this idea is cash.
This was my first strip club experience :)
I went with a group of people and we sat around the stage. It was actually a good evening. The dancers strutted their moves for the money cause it was a full house around the stage ('Sasha' was the best one, in my opinion. I love dem gals who hair toss and are feisty and pull off pole moves).
All the dancers had their own trademark dancing (fast, slow, etc) and I was surprised that all the dancers during my half hour stay there were all naturale. I expected to see more gals with implants, but I prefer watching real boobs--and that's what I got. There were also all levels of dancers here because there were about two girls who I could tell were a bit new. There was actually this one blonde girl who totally acted new and she sucked at dancing and engaging the audience--she was preoccupied with flirting with her guy-friend in the audience area. She didn't get a lot of money, I noticed--in fact, I didn't even want to tip her for her poor stage work--I mean, the lack thereof.
But other than that, Hustler is one of my favorites because the ambience isn't sleazy or gross.
What happens when you cross a bunch of drunk men, being escorted by one well dressed lady (me, and I know, lady is stretchin' it a little but hey, roll with me here) a whole lotta "Beaver Bucks" and a late night in North Beach? The ultimate party crew droppin' dollars at the Hustla......
My old best friend and I would go here so often together, that we became VIP, and regardless of what night we showed up on, the red velvet rope would open to us, with no cover and drinks would be on our table. I guess that's what happens when you start getting invited to the stripper's birthday parties down in San Jose and San Mateo. Nice women, they were.
Not the dirtiest of strip clubs, the Hustler has it's integrity to some aspect, being a topless only review where the ladies can dance well and they play some good music here and there. The private shows in the back aren't overly expensive, and two dollar Tuesdays are always a great night to go.
Going with my ex boyfriend was always fun, as he's one of the only men I've ever know to walk out of a strip club with more stripper phone numbers than he knew what to do with, and the funny thing is, he didn't ask them for the digits in the first place....hmmmmm.......he was pretty rockstar though, I must admit.
Every man going to a strip club should always bring one woman with them, as we get an undying large amount of attention in comparison to the men. We aren't anywhere near as much of a "threat" I guess you would say as some of the skeevy pervsters hangin' around in the corner. But then again, how did the dancers know that I wasn't trying to take them home too? (wink, wink) Just kidding, I have my own porn star that's so much sexier and more beautiful than any of those women anyway.
If this was just a review of the dancers it would be - without a doubt - five stars. They were so awesome that they brought it up from a 'never again' to an A-OK. That's a big deal. Almost as big as Bridget's breasts. I'm fairly certain nothing in the world is bigger.
Now really, should it be about anything but the dancers at a strip club? I mean, duh. Everything else should be run seamlessly. Like the Vegas concept, you should not notice the management of the place. They should make you so happy with boobies and booties and alcohol that money just flies out your pocket. Double duh. Instead, these guys effed up so badly and right off the bat that at least part of the night (luckily the first part) was spent pissed off, making it hard for the bf to just have a good ol' happy time.
If anything is going to be hard for your bf at a strip club, it shouldn't be having a good time.
We got there before seven - with three minutes to spare as a matter of fact. Would he let us in for free as all the signs promised if you get there before seven? No. Did we show him our cell phones - all three of them - proving it was before seven? Yes. Did that matter? No. They want us to pay $15...each. "I already got the call from my manager to start charging $15." The last-resort get in free passes we were given (and should never have had to use) didn't work either. "We stopped taking those passes three months ago." Once in this kind of a pissing contest, any common sense he might have had - which was clearly limited to begin with - was gone. I asked to speak to the manager who came upstairs and was even more of a dick than the doorman. If their clock (not displayed) says 7:02 it doesn't matter what the real time is.
Getting nowhere, I asked to speak to the General Manager, aka the Wizard of OZ, who everyone was allegedly consulting before denying our entrance. "Oh, I can tell him you want to see him" said the dick "but he's busy. And I can tell you, he won't be coming up to talk to you." Three minutes later, the Wizard did grace us with his presence, and just like the Wizard, he turned out to be a perfectly nice, good natured man behind the curtain. He had the good sense to just let us in. We spent a LOT more than $15 each on your drinks and tips for the strippers. Triple Duh.
Here's the thing, If the bf doesn't have a good time, my good time later becomes questionable. Unfortunately two yelpers outside under-estimated my ability to out-stubborn my opponents when properly motivated. I was feeling very motivated. They missed the whole night and that's really too bad - we missed them.
Then the cocktail waitress charged andrew for our drinks, randomly gave some of his change to another yelper and could not get it that she made a mistake and owed him the money. She wanted him to work it out with the other party - who had not been given enough change for that to be an option. I'd prefer to think she was being slick, but alas for the lass, she's just extraordinarily....challenged. Resolved, but he shouldn't have to vow to not care if he's thrown in jail for killing people before getting his money back.
I hope they read this review so they will see the error of their ways (hah) but I also hope they don't read this review, because I don't want to be persona-non-grata here. From the business end I should never want to go back, but it became impossible to concentrate on the business end with so many other delectable ends presenting themselves to me. Such is the power of beauty, athleticism and sweetness of women who know how to entertain. After a lifetime of straightness, they turned me completely gay in a couple of hours. Wow. I will never again ridicule those older guys who hemorrhage money to help pay a poor girl's way through college.
Erica, I love you. I could possibly cheat on you with Jordan, but I swear it wouldn't mean anything - - it would be purely physical.
And about getting you back into that UC class you had to drop because you spent all your money on your mother's back operation, go ahead and send me the bill and I'll see what I can do.
The good:
-*hot dancers* favorites were erica(good Lord...), kirsten(blonde from carolina. thanks for rubbing your head on my c**k), and jordan(hard-body right?)
-*the yelpers* you guys are the best.
-*the weirdo's* what's a stripclub without a couple creepy guys in the corner?
-*the general manager* what a nice guy. let us in for free after the bullshit outside and shook our hands on the way out.
-*the dj* kept mentioning us.
-*the humping* no, not from a stripper but from keith charles.
-*the cookies* as lit as i was, those things were the bomb!
-*the privacy* we weren't getting hassled every 2 minutes for lap dances.
The bad:
-*the bouncer* get over yourself.
-*the manager* never have i seen a manager so clueless.
-*the waitress* learn how to count slitch(figure out what combo that word is)
-*the drinks* $6.50 for a bud light? dayum!
-*big-boobed girl* that's a little much for my taste..
-*miley* dont get me wrong. she was hot, young, new, nice, etc. problem is she looked almost exactly like my ex. even the same tattoo.
I'm a little bit of a women's studies nerd (actually, I'm more of a gender studies nerd, but sometimes it makes more sense to just say women). Therefore, I found entertainment at Larry Flynt's not necessarily via the sexy ladies (though some of their pole dancing tricks were fascinating), but through an observation of male patrons to female/stripper relations within the club.
When you really think about it, these women work hard and earn good money. They look amazingly hot, and often have a roomful of dudes in the palms of their hands. They'll inspire grown men to cough up obscene amounts of cash simply to dance seductively in front of them, demonstrating a hierarchy of power and control that is not necessarily transparent. It's actually kinda cool, if you think about it - good for them, right? Especially if they use their hard-earned dough to truly live the lives the way they want, and do what they want to do.
However, this all comes tumbling down at the first toss of the dollar bill. A woman at a strip club may shake it like no one you've ever seen; may have the most perfect bodily aesthetic you've ever had dancing inches from your face; may be able to lure several men in over the course of the night with a few purrs and winks and walk away with handfuls of cash. Blah blah etc. There's a lot to be said for that, and what that demonstrates about male/female relations on a larger level.
But when said women then have to crawl, scrounge, scrape around on the floor surrounding the stripper pole, like dogs, picking up bills tossed carelessly by observers, it all comes full circle. It's still not about the women, is it? There are certain levels of humiliation and degradation that can't be made up in any number of stray dollars.
I'm probably over-analyzing this. It's an interesting discussion, at the very least. And hey, boobies! Three cheers!
I have a longstanding tradition: I have shitty birthdays. Like, always. I wonder if this is a universal thing. Maybe everyone has shitty birthdays, because it's just a very blatant reminder that you are another fucking year older and it's just going to keep going and going and going.
But, wow. My string of awful birthdays was finally cut at The Hustler Club. There's really nothing better than sitting on your totally hot date's lap whilst surrounded by some of your favorite friends AND topless ladies.
I don't wanna be coy, ladies and gentleman: I love dressing like a skank (for the guy I am dating and for photographers that give me money) and I also love LOOKING at skanks. And I mean the word skank with the utmost respect. Especially when directed toward the blond stripper whose breasts were so big and fake that I could have used them as a flotation device if ever stranded at sea. Adam C got to test those babies out firsthand when Sean bought him a lap dance from Tits McGee.
The strippers started out bored, causing Brandi V to proclaim "These bitches need to WORK for it." As the night wore on, and as I got progressively more wasted, the strippers did indeed begin to "work for it."
Hanging upside-down from poles, crawling on their hands and knees to retrieve the dollars that men threw at them....It was ON. And I was drunk.
Sometime before I blacked out, my date was kind enough to buy me a lap dance from the cute Russian stripper that was basically stalking us just to get $20. One lame thing about Hustler: They don't have an ATM, so he had to go next door to the Lusty Lady to get money, so while he was outside "getting money," and by "getting money," I mean playing guitar on the fucking street with some random dude, Miss Russia kept lurking about waiting for her dollars. She was a persistent one.
But it was SO worth it. Nothing is hotter than your date and your good friend watching your face get planted betwixt a pair of naturally large melons that smell like FLOWERS. Yes, they smelled like FLOWERS and I never want to wash my face again.
The one thing that I hate about getting a lapdances is the dialogue. Lady, I don't give a FUCK. I just want you to shake your titties in my face while I fantasize about doing bad things to you. Okay? Ugh, I know you're just trying to get me to give you more money, but it ain't gonna happen.
Because, hi, we were already paying like $7 for BUDWEISER. But, in a way, it was worth it. Because the hottest chick in the whole place (other than myself) was absolutely our waitress. She was cute and sweet, even though she didn't wanna go home with us.
Around 1:00 AM, after all the Yelpers had left, and the only folks left were me and my date, Brandi, and my impeccably dressed Korean pimp friend Jai Young, the crowd started to increase and the security started to get annoying as fuck:
No dancing, no feet on the chairs, no sitting in laps, no yelling, no sex in the champagne room. Whatever, assholes. I LOVE TITTIES and find it very unfair that I was not allowed to enjoy myself as much as I wanted to after my date and I basically broke our banks at this place.
However, watching Adam C get his face planted in between two HUGE fake flotation devices might just have been worth the price.
As I said the next afternoon, the night was 95% awesome. Better than I could have hoped for, that's for sure. Thanks Angelo, for organizing it!
I fell in love with a stripper. Her name is Erica. She's HAWT. And her hair smells nice (big big thanks to Choom and Catherine for getting me that lap dance with her). She also happens to be a very nice girl, so fellas you best be treating her well...
The night got off to a rocky start with drama at the door when some of our best yelpers got there and at 2 mins to 7 they tried to charge a cover. Thanks to the tenacity of Catherine, most of them made it inside without having to pay. There was also a bit of a faux pas with the waitress and giving correct change to the correct person (as it didn't happen). We eventually got that issue resolved.
The ladies here are talented, beautiful and super nice. Some of us who got here a little early even got to have a nice little chat with them. They were very curious about why such a large group was here. They were all nice and they didn't beat us up for lap dances. Actually when the lap dances started I believe it was our group who made first contact (yay Steve for breaking the ice for us)!
The drinks were expensive (7.50 for a screwdriver with exactly one ounce of vodka) but hey it's a strip club and drinks are expected to not be cheap. The DJ pumped our event about every 5-10 mins. Nice! The creepy guy at the bar...meh but hey, what's a strip club without creepy guy(s). I could have lived with out the 5 guys from Jersey trying to all pick me up at the same time right outside the front door while I was taking a breather from boobies.,,,oh the pains of being me...
Overall it was a pretty great night with some tremendously talented and athletic ladies *insert montage of the night here* This was the best Birthday Party I have ever had. EVAR!!!!...did I mention that Erica slapped my ass as I walked away, Yes she did, and I liked it! I'm in love with a stripper....
Ohhhh Strip clubs.... Ohhh how I enjoy thee.
Strip clubs are very strange and very wonderful places where, for some degree of social acceptance, women are paid to take their clothes off.
Now, I am not an aficionado, but I have been to quite a few clubs in different parts of the country for assorted guy's nights out and bachelor parties. If you have never gone, do it. It is an experience everyone must have at least once. Even better, bring a date or a significant other.
So, I must admit I was a little worried about the talent when I rolled in. I was already on my way to drunk, and I became very concerned when I saw two of the girls sitting at the bar putting down a plate of nachos like a beer guzzling Wisconsin man. Luckily, they were just the junior varsity.
Mr. Flynt does have some amazing women that demonstrate the benefits of extreme diets and modern plastic surgery. One girl, Jodi, was so hot that Lucite of her stripper heels was starting to melt on stage.
I really enjoy feeding singles,not the girls, but to Devon F and Patty P. I believed it was my duty to teach these nudie bar newbies tipping etiquette. There is something very satisfying about watching one hottie stick dollar bills in another hottie's g string.
All and all, I good time was had by all. I apologize to the people I dry humped, but thank whoever put that dollar down my shirt. It was a pleasant morning after surprise. Pleasant morning after surprises are rare in my world, and much appreciated.
All and all the place was decent but not amazing. For amazing, I am afraid you need to head to Florida or Minnesota (yes, Minnesota). But, the girls were hot and there was not too much bullshit. Drink were expensive, and weak, but that is to be expected.
Haiku !
Yipppeee ! Strip Club time !
Best get wasted before hand
Opps. Empty wallet
Talent ?
The talent got better as the night went on. They had everything from girls next door to fitness models to comical porno girls. There was something for everyone.
Christopher's Good Business Tip #17: Don't split hairs with your customers.
If my watch says 6:58p and yours says 7:01, let me and my five friends in the club for free. We came here with money to spend and would have happily spent it in your club. What you would have lost in cover would have been made up in other ways. Alas, we had to seek our pleasures elsewhere. Pity.
Remember kids, don't be a dick. It's bad for business.
I'm no strip club connoisseur, but I appreciate a hot bod just as much as the next perv and boobies only make it better. I came here for a bday party and was running late so I arrived at the front door by myself
Bouncer: Are you here to audition?
Me: No
Bouncer: Oh you already work here?
Me: No sir I'm just a patron of this fine establishment.
+1 star for thinking I'm a stripper.
+1 star for the amazingly creepy commentary provided by the announcer
+1,000,000,000 stars for the hard bodied Jordan. Every time I don't want to go to the gym, I think of her hot bod for inspiration
- however many stars to get it back to 4 for the expensive drinks and $15 cover after 7
Thanks to Keith Charles for the stripper tipping lessons and thanks to Angelo for planning! Next time you come back, I may just be on the pole.
I had BOOBIES in my face, BOOBIES in my face *does a little song and dance* boobies in my...
Right... so this night was a night of many firsts. I like firsts. My birthday is January first, and as an East Coast transplant, I felt a little nervous and excited about joining the celebration for yelping Capricorns at Hustler Club.
It was a good choice for my first yelp event... I met some rad people Jenn N, Angelo, Pam! (My B-Day twin) and Sean, Anna G, Devon, 2 Keiths, Ligaya, Pilar and many more... I am actually surprised I remember that many names from such a night of debauchery.
Anyways, back to the boobs. I probably haven't been to a strip club in a good five, six years? And at that, I have never, never had a lap dance.
My lap dance virginity lasted about an hour and a half at Hustler Club and then I had one...and it was so good, that I had to have another.....right....after the first one.
Lacey, the thought of you is still haunting me.....argh
Ok, so, after a while, everyone is drunk, Sean and I are having a conversation about how I have never touched fake boobies. Are fake boobies good boobies? bad boobies? What qualities are important to you in a boobie?
In the middle of all this intellectual discussion he jumped up and grabbed a stripper with the melons of the devil and the next moment I was in a lap dance chair again buried in her cleavage, thinking that I may suffocate, and if by chance that I did, I thought at least I would die happy.
So last summer while cruising the streets of sf around north beach one night, We walked in through the backdoor by complete accident. that's right, we opened a door, thinking we had discovered some secret underground party, and BAM, there were the BOOBS/naked women. I was terrified for a second, thinking a bouncer would be throwing me out on the pavement at any moment, but we managed to get by without anyone noticing. We felt really accomplished for coming here by surprise and without paying a cent. for some, the experience of walking into a strip club unexpected might just be short of stumbling into sex (not for me!).
It is interesting to see guys going crazy over and throwing cash at girls who they know they won't be sleeping with at the end of the night, but i guess the public nature of it weirds me out.
it was very clean and as 'classy' as can be. This helped me forget the inherent sleaziness i associate with strip clubs, at least a little bit.
It was funny that me and my friend kept alternating between making vague moral statements about our presence here and being captivated by the Boobies. I guess our consciences got the best of us since we left after about 15 minutes.
So I'm not a strip club person. 2 stars for the club. 5 stars for the most bizarre surprise of the year.
When I think of Hustler...
"I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Know What That Mean Man [X2]
She Got Her Own House
She Got Her Own Car
Two Jobs Work Hard U A Bad Broad
If U Aint On Sit Down
If U Aint On Sit Down
If U Aint On Sit Down
If U Aint On Sit Down
She Tell She Dont Need
Not A God Damn Thing You A Hot Damn Thing
If U Think U Finna Get Her Wit A God Damn Chain
You Insane Boy You Betta Get Some God Damn Change
She A Fool Been In School Even Walked Across The Stage"
The girls aren't crazy attractive, but just okay IMO. Admission is nothing that surprises me. I give credit for the ladies though. They sure as hell know how to work it....I don't have the moves like they do. Music is cool while they dance to it and the drinks are so-so. I can't go all hoopla on their bodies...it's cool though, the girl got her boobs and booty shakin' up in my face.
Alright, I gotta give this place props.
This is an all inclusive joint. Well, not really, but it has two special things I like....
No, not T&A.
Drinks AND food. Not to mention some considerably distracting entertainment.
My friend Ethan used to bartend here and he had a lot of fun. I finally took a trip to visit him, and with $2 beers part of their $2 Tuesday, how could I say no?
Now, I've only been to two strip clubs, so this was unquestionably better. The layout of both the stage and the seating was better, the dancers were sexier and the music was decent. It doesn't have a creepy vibe, it's a pretty comfortable environment and if people asked for a strip club recommendation, I would send them here. Coming from a straight girl, I wasn't embarrassed or uncomfortable in here.
Keep an eye out for "JORDAN", she is BANGIN'!!!
On August 22, 2009 a few friends and I made a trip down to Larry Flynt's Hustler Club. We all figured we would have a grand time, being that my boyfriend and I have hit up this spot on many different occasions and have had pleasurable times. Anyhow it was a Saturday night, the place was packed and there wasn't room left to sit; which gave us more of a reason to sit below where the dancers perform. While sitting below we saw about four different acts; out of four only one performance was good. The other two were just there making off beat love to the pole, while the fourth seemed to be somewhere else, high and not off life. Can we just say no to "Drugs"! She was gliding around like a lost snake in the jungle. We couldn't help laughing at her. To make a long story short, we found a table and all ordered appetizers and other food items. We nearly spent a hundred dollars. My friend and I ended up ordering the same steak sandwich, which was overly salty and did I mention it arrived to us cold. We complained in a nice way to our waitress about our food. Our waitress told us she would have to get her manager, her manger came out about 20 minutes after the fact, we then explained to him and then he had to get his supervisor, which took another 20 minutes. We explained the same story over to the manager's manger.............. The both of us had only taken one bite out of our sandwiches, which was very visible to the manager. The end result was the manager telling us there was NOTHING he could do about our food. All that time wasted, I thought that the manager would have at least offered to replace our sandwiches for a less seasoned ones, that didn't happen, we weren't even asked if we wanted a soda on the house. What happened to customer service or the customer always being right? I guess just not at Larry Flynt's Hustler Club. I will NEVER waste my money on this establishment again.
Imagine paying a $15 admission fee and $7.50 a beer to watch on average barely attractive women take their tops off. I'll pass, I have access to free porn.
I hate this place, in fact I'm not a fan of strip clubs. I only go when other people want to and regret it every time.
It's not sex, it's commerce.
Also I hate places with bathroom trolls. I don't need your fancy soap, I don't need you to hand me a towel, I am not giving you a tip because you are standing in the bathroom with a vest on when I pee.
Went here on an SFactor field trip. It was cool to go with a bunch of girls without our drooling oversexed male counterparts making inappropriate comments all night long. The dancers liked it too. Being cheered on by supportive females must be a refreshing change from the leering eyes of the usual drunk perverts who couldn't tell a Firefly from a Ballerina. We surrounded the stage taking careful mental notes and just admiring the beauty of their dancing. All the dancers were highly skilled and of course, hot. They were also probably showing off their best moves for our class, which we loved. They make it look so easy in their 6-inch heels. One leggy Latina girl climbed up the pole with such speed and grace, it was like she was a freakin' leopard or something. Never seen anything like it. That alone deserves 5 stars.
YES, I went to the Hustler Club.
It was not of my own volition! We got roped into it by this ex-bf of my friend, and after a few drinks at Happy Hour on a Friday of course it seemed to be a GENIUS plan to go to the Hustler Club. It is the CLASSY strip club, as I informed my friend. Sheeeet, it's not even directly ON Broadway.
Anyway, do that texting beeznass to get in for free or whatever, but don't be all surprised when they text you again the following week.
All of the service people were very nice to me. Clearly they were aware there was a LADY in the house. Or something.
So, I took a wrong turn on the way to the restroom and went into the Champagne Room *awkward*. I quickly exited but I can assure you that Chris Rock speaks the truth!
Overall, there are worse places to be in the grand scheme of supporting your friend in her hook-up-with-ex-bf endeavors. At least my lazy ass got to sit down for the whole time.
The "classy" veneer stayed in place for the entire evening, which was actually a pleasant surprise. At no time did I feel uncomfortable- it was in a word, VANILLA.
Which is THE FINEST OF THE FLAVORS (at least when it comes to strip clubs).
4.5 stars. Definitely the best out of Centerfolds and Broadway showgirls.
Drinks seems to be a bit cheaper than Broadway Showgirls as well.
clean, mid size, great bar, what more can i say.
Following dinner for a bachelorette party, the plan was to go to a strip club to have a little fun... I'm not big on the girl-on-girl action... (sorry guys... call me old-fashioned) But... Why a female strip club?! Beats me... I wasn't the planner, but it was all for the bachelorette...
Anyway, a group of 6 ladies had to pay $15 each for cover charge because apparently that night they had "the most beautiful girls" as quoted by the bouncer. Let me first say that women are the most crucial judges in a beauty contest and believe me... they were NOT the most beautiful girls there.
Most of the women were average-looking, nothing spectacular... By spectacular I mean, if the looks aren't there, make it up by working the pole... nothing. One gal looked like a baby, another Asian woman looked OLD! Come on! I know Asians can cheat their age, but after you hit... eh... 40?! There's no fooling anyone!
Anyway, we played our games, drank a few round of shots, tipped the so-so dancers. There was only one blonde gal--cute, a good dancer, probably the best-- who gave a lot attention to the bachelorette. It was the first lap dance the bachelorette ever had... The dancer encouraged a lot of spanking! It looked like they both had fun!
Back to the ridiculous cover charge... our group alone could have out beat the "beauty" offered in this club. Charge the men, what do they know about beauty? Their testosterone is what drove them to come here... let the ladies in for free! *sigh...
Sunday afternoons at the Hustler are kinda fun.
There aren't as many girls, we saw the full rotation (maybe 3 girls) in about an hour...but they were really beautiful, curvy, smiling, H.O.T. and enjoyed being appreciated.
The DJ was entertaining and played fun selections. Rebecca rocked my world in her naughty Catholic schoolgirl outfit.
xoxo!
Only abouyt 20% of the tittays we saw here were knockoffs. The rest were REAL nice. Most of the girls had amazing acrobatic pole skillz, except this one chick who just bugged because of her poor taste in music. Each performer gets two songs---the first one is for basic titillation with undulating moves.... the second one is the same as the first one, except their tittays are exposed. You'll know when they have to take it off too, because the DJ will say.... "here's the second song for [name] and she'll do this TOPLESS." $15 cover. Really good buffalo wings.
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Customer friendly, but a bit sleaky.
Underage dancers hustle -
Customers: creepy dudes with bunch of singles, off duty mid-level managers ( we all know financial distruct is close ;) ) and just a regular bored people (just like you and me, you know, it's not a sin :) )
Two dollar Tuesday! Granted .. yuo gotta pay $20 to get in ... but once you do ... EVERYTHING is $2 ... even Grey Goose ... even Crown Royal ... it's almost like a club atmosphere when you come here on a Tuesday ...not like your normal strip club crowd... with lots of guys sitting with thier arms folded trying to look cool.....
I have yet to try the $5 Friday lunch .... I will have to keep it in mind
A friend of mine is getting hitched in 1 hour, so he decided on doing the Bachelor Party thing via SF strip clubs last night with me and a female friend. They were stressing on how great the Hustler Club was in terms of eye-candy, so I decided to check it out for the first time (probably not the last).
The set-up was reminiscent of the Gold Club with its legendary "Tux Brigade" - dude running a mini-mart in the men's bathroom - and throngs of GORGEOUS dancers walking amidst the crowd of anxious patrons. Unlike its Howard St counterpart, the "air dance" rule is stringently enforced by members of the "Brigade" on a round-the-clock basis as opposed to an occasional warning by Gold Club staff. Unlike its Howard St counterpart, the dancers seemed apprehensive about "hustling" dances contrary to the club's name. Here's the kicker - I had a FABULOUS time worthy of Crazy Horse status!
The bachelor boy was the first to test the waters, and his assessment didn't sound good which was expected from what I've read on other forums. FINALLY, a new dancer only 5 days on the job sat next to me. She was a beautiful petite Persian girl who goes by APRIL. I generally have an affinity for taller and/or bigger women, but she reminded me of a group of teenage girls that I...uh, never mind. Anyhow, when we began to converse, the click was similar to meeting someone at a party, club, etc. She was honest by informing me that laps on the main floor were basically "air-dances" in comparison to the more intense action in the private areas of the club. By the way, "air-dances" was the actual term she used to describe it. So off to the "air-dance" area I went.
To my astonishment, I was experiencing SUPER-HIGH-MILEAGE comparable to the Crazy Horse within 1 minute of the song. SHE was warned at least 2 or 3 times by security for her overly-intense methods which was not allowed on the main floor. She even bit me in the ear a few times, but without the bad intentions of a MIKE TYSON, luckily. I winded up doing 2 private shows and a string of dances on the main floor with this dancer. I almost depleted my funds that were intended for the Crazy Horse later that evening. I consider myself lucky, as I witnessed many patrons being told by dancers to keep hands off and a lot of vintage "rule enforcement."
Notwithstanding the stupendous time I had; the wedding boy and our female buddy (who happens to like women as much as anyone) seemed eager to express their discontent regarding the lack of service they were anticipating. Being a more experienced strip clubber than my colleges, I was able to make something out of nothing - so to speak.
"I've learned that patronizing "trophy dancers" for the sole purpose of prestige does not constitute a great experience."
Thanks, Eddie/Elvis
Alright, ever since I started to write a review on the Spearmint Rhino in Vegas, I will go review crazy on all the strip clubs I've been to. For the ladies who are reading this review . . . don't hate me because I'm a man! =)
Out of all the strip clubs I've been to in my life, this is my preferred choice. The about 30-40% of the girls are decent to cute (which is actually a high percentage in comparison to other strip clubs). The venue is very clean, great lighting and there is alcohol! Let me describe the venue.
The bouncer at the door checks your ID and lets you in. You go down a stairway to the booth where you pay $20 for the cover. After you pay the cover, there is a small circular stage with a pole that welcomes you. What a nice surprise! To the right is the bar (which is tiny) and in the middle of the room there is the huge stage. There are plenty of seats that point to the stage. In the very back of the room there are the famous "champagne rooms." Remember, Chris Rock had it right, "There is no sex in the Champagne Room."
The Hustler Club is a great strip club to go to if you want pretty decent looking girls, alcohol and a fun time with the boys. It's considered to be one of the "classier" strip clubs.
Tips:
1. Always check on their site for a free admission coupon. They always have them up.
2. Every Tuesday is $2.00 Tuesday. Sorry guys, not to get your hopes up, but $2.00 Tuesday does not refer to $2.00 lap dances! All the beer they have is only $2.00!
The night girls are better looking than the gold club. There are actually real titties here. Yeah like the kind you can imagine yourself humping. Unlike some other clubs where it's plastic city.
$2 Tuesdays are the day to go. Free before 7pm, $2 drinks and titties make for a magical evening.
They have an incredibly cheap afternoon buffet here (Buffalo Wings) if your into that sort of thing....every once in a while its worth it to take a trip over with the laptop and get some work done while enjoying the lunch and skin extravaganza. More entertaining than your average porn movie...and it smells like vanilla in there.:)
I've referred many a burlesque dancer looking for more here for work and never gotten a complaint.
If your in there on a late night do me a favor and make it rain on my girl "Cassandra"
Made two trips in one week to Mr. Flynt's fine establishment: one solo and one with the wife. I wanted to take her a place where she felt comfortable. Well, and then some. ;)
The guy standing doorwatch was most polite, if not a bit distracted (like they always seem to be everywhere). At the bottom of the stairs is at least one smiling, friendly face that says 'hello' and relieves you of your cash. As you walk in, there will be someone standing there telling you to watch your step, as its hard to notice the 8" drop to the main floor. I didn't hear him and walked into a bit of a surprise. Usually that guy standing there is Michael, a large, built man who's handshake covered my entire hand. He is -- and this is coming from a guy -- a total sweetheart. Very friendly, helps you get exactly what you are looking for and will BS with you for a few minutes as well, if he has time. In fact, for the most part, the staffers are pretty cool. It is a dark place, so don't be surprised (or angry) if your drink girl doesn't see you and you have to flag her down.
On Tuesday night, I was shown to my seat, in a dark corner. There was a decent crowd. Well dressed, mostly. I instantly felt right at home, just kicked back with a Red Bull (I don't drink) and admiring the women. A steady stream of very friendly, attractive dancers came by,asking to dance. Finally one stopped by that I instantly vibed with, and ended up chatting for 30 minutes. Odd to find that in a strip club, but strippers can have deep, intellectual minds as well (in fact, that's just hot -- a stripper with a PhD in History. :) ). As I left, I to Michael that I was bringing my wife on Thursday, and would he help me keep an eye on her? "Absolutely, sir. I'll be here."
On Thursday, the wife and I hit it up. It was comfy for her, though all of a sudden the steady stream of dancers that were approaching me on Tuesday, when I was alone didn't get near us. Dunno, there must be a rule. Finally, after admiring the scene and meeting a few cool peeps, my wife got her lap dance -- and really enjoyed it (and has since did it again). And you have to give Michael big props. He came by our area every so often to check on us personally, just because I asked for him to help me make sure my wife felt comfortable.
What I don't like are the freaking stairs coming off the street. VERY STEEP. And, of course, I don't like paying five bucks for a small Red Bull, but at least they have it. This is not a cheap club, but you get what you pay for.
Highly recommended. And 'thank you' Mr. Flynt, for all you've done for us.
Among many sites, I am sure that somehow you have seen (or will see) the photos at http://valleywag.com/t..., where I am intertwined with two other come-hither women. I will not mention names (Sara G and Lulu P). Thus, it is no surprise that one would be able to find me at Hustler Club, drooling over my next sex victims-- the brainless clothes-shedding vixens of our very own San Francisco.
Being that I am a very young woman, it was my first time at a strip club (unless Garden of Eden counts--yyyyuck). I sat down with my male friend, as he was getting a kick out of my dropped jaw and childlike excitement derived from this libidinous venue. We sat down, and my eyes were incessantly glued to the kissable thin legs of one of the dancers.
"This is nothing yet," casually remarked my friend Mike, who is a loyal strip club lounger.
Suddenly, the most arousing and titillating creature emerged onto the stage, causing my body to unconsciously creep to the very front row with three dollars dangling from my fingers. I felt something sweet in my bottom half as I watched her graceful and sensuous movements. "That's it," I thought, "I'm getting a lap dance."
Mike was quick to volunteer to pay for this opportunity. THANK GOD, as I literally experienced the best waste of money ever. Although her English was limited (and yes, she was white and clearly born in this country), she ended up trying to convince me to join the staff. HA... poor 23-year-old beauty, she had no idea how badly I was degrading her sweet ass.
Because the waiter was a nice man (psssssssh!), he ended up giving me lifetime passes to this salty joint. Needless to say, he neglected giving any passes to my male friend.
I recommend Hustler Club to any other women out there who are lonely when their man is out of town. Be open minded to the sexuality women have to offer-- it's a whole new world of love. And best of all-- it's not considered cheating!
Assuming that this is a place that you come with friends. I probaly should have done that. But I really wanted to check it out so YES I came here alone. The girls here doesn't beat the ladies they have in Vegas but it sure in hell beats what they have at Centerfold. I walked in and down the stairs and I grabbed a seat by the first bar. Hmm don't know if it was just me but I felt the guys in there looking at me. I guess not that many ladies walk in here by themselves....I was meeting someone here. The bartenders are awesome and very friendly...the waitresses were also very friendly.
Now the dancers that they had that night. I was just not impressed at all. I've had my fair share of lap dances but I know the dancers that night would never make it on my list. The one on center stage I believe she was a brunette....sorry honey I love them blondes. I mean she was just swinging around on the pole and kinda on the stage. Sorry guys if this is what you boys enjoy I really don't get why. I have gf's that do better jobs at the pole.
I guess I would have a better time if I came with other people and I might do that again another time. Or I can just come and chat with the bartenders....they might have funny stories...of crazy drunks and "the entertainers".
But overall the highlight of my night was watching this guy get kicked out by security and he was outside screaming.."You just don't know how many girls I can get". He was causing a ruckus...my thoughts if you can get girls...wth are you doing here.
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