Boardwalk

Bring Your Wallet!

I am a local and liver near this place. It has been a consistently good time for many years. They have a weak restaurant outside - mainly fried junk.... There is a cover and on the weekend it can be high -- 20 -25. Mainly an older crowd comes here... The dancers are usually hot - mainly from the Latin countries.... Lap dances will run u about 40 but u go in to a cheesy back room that is gross. They need to rethink that space.... but still the dancers are usually hot especially on the weekends and you will have a fun time....

I maybe picked the wrong night but...

... Ugly crowd of old sleasy men, average gogoboys, the one i picked for a lapdance couldnt even speak english and understand that i wanted a private dance with him, the second one had to finish his set on stages, so i was supposed to wait.... Weird! Not quite swinging richard in miami or HERE in Westhollywood for the eye candy...

HOT strippers

Have pelnty of $$$ to give strolling strippers throughout the bar..and private rooms for lap dances.. nice eye candy but hustling a lot.

great club

So bad I didn't bother finishing my beer

So for the first time in recent memory, I found out what it was like to have a bar that didn't really want you around unless you were a "regular." It's remarkable--I've been to places that were just crappy to all customers, but to have my nose rubbed in the fact that I obviously wasn't a local honestly caught me by surprise. So, to be fair, I didn't exactly fit in there. I was less than half the average age of the other customers (I'm guessing most were pushing 80) and it's unlikely that most of the guys there had ever even seen the inside of a gym. That being said, I've got my Amex Platinum and a wad of 20's and I'm looking to tip some strippers--so I should have been right at home there in the only way that matters. Apparently not. Grabbed some food at the "Beefcakes" food-bar they've got attached. The bartender greeted every guy over 60 there by name and made conversation with them--I could barely get him to grab me a beer. Walked into the strip club--couldn't even get a stripper to make eye-contact with me, but they were crawling all over the elderly gentlemen there like it was the only way to save themselves from the zombie apocalypse. Look, I know younger guys (I'm in my 30's for crissakes, but believe me, I was WAY younger!) tend not to tip as well. But, c'mon, give me a frickin' chance, at least. You might be surprised that I'm worth the time. And trust me, there wasn't that much money in the crowd--wasn't like the parking lot had a Bently, Rolls, Bugatti, or Ferrari sitting there. Did I mention the drunk, 90-year-old drag queen on stage lip-synching songs that were old during WWII? So this is a first. Plain unfriendly, nearly hostile bar. I'm sure if you're a local, it's great, however, sure would be tough for me to go through whatever initiation it takes to feel welcome there. To date, Boardwalk has the dubious honor of the worst experience at a gay bar EVER.