This place brings to mind the adage, ‘if it is too good to be true, it is’. Whatever anyone says, no matter how pretty, shapely or feminine the ladies here come off, they once had an Adam’s Apple. In fact, some probably still have one. Yes, the truth is hard to swallow. As the only real woman in the room, I found it vaguely amusing that this was the only establishment that served me my drink with a straw. Entertainment wise, you’ll be hard-pressed to tear your eyes away from the door – and the frenzy that starts the minute a new punter walks/peeks in – and the pole-dancing platform where the girls unabashedly pose, roll, twirl, bend and do all sorts of body contortions as and when they please (ie, frequently) accompanied by high-pitched squeals. Once you’ve had your eyeful (and have stopped gaping in awe), turn your gaze to the mirrors flanking both sides of the room, play I Spy with your mates and see who spots what…you won’t be disappointed.

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