The Official Guide to Miami Strip Clubs and Topless Bars (Adults Only)
For a city its size, Miami really has a lot of Strip Clubs. I mean a lot. I mean so many that you will often be going to visit your boss in some upscale section of town and directions will include “Turn right at the purple neon sign.” In some cities this may be an indicator of a less-than-desirable neighborhood. But in Miami we have always been on the cutting edge of dropping pretenses of morality, so a friendly neighborhood nudie bar is nothing to get squeamish about. In a town so full of adult entertainment options, though, it is often difficult to sort out the upscale from the seedy, the Gentlemen’s Clubs from the fronts for prostitution.
While it is hard to walk home from the corner store in Dade County without having the temptation to tuck your change into a g-string, there are a dozen or so clubs that tend to stick out in most people’s minds as the ones to go to. But there is little if any information out there to help you, the discriminating Strip Club connoisseur, know exactly which place is going to give you the most bang for your buck. So to speak. Do you like curvy Latinas? Or skinny Platinum Blondes? Or beautiful black women? Are you looking for an upscale atmosphere? Or somewhere you can go and drink cheap beer while looking at cheap women? Do you like friction dances? Or are you looking for a little more for your strip club dollar? Well, at great sacrifice and personal hardship, we have taken the liberty of visiting some of the better-known and popular clubs around town to help you, the buck-tucker, know which club will best fulfill your nudie bar needs. There are more clubs in South Florida than the ones mentioned here, but this sampling should give you an idea of what Greater Miami has to offer when it comes to professional naked women. Continue reading to find which club is best for you.
26 OF MIAMI’S BEST AND WORST STRIP CLUBS
1. Tootsie’s Cabaret
There was a time not too long ago when Tootsie’s was a little spot on the corner of 441 and Miami Gardens Drive that you could stop by on the way home from a Dolphins game. Oh, but times have changed. From the time you drive up to the vastly expanded and newly remodeled Tootsie’s, you know this is going to be a different kind of Strip Club experience. While they do offer valet parking, the self parking lot is so expansive the club actually offers a tram to get you to the front door. Kind of like at Disneyland where you park in “Goofy” and they pick you up at a designated stop. Except instead of friendly oversized animal puppets when you get inside, the have friendly, oversized D-Cups to greet you. And you can’t take pictures.
Upon walking inside you will notice the vast array of flat screen and projection TV’s, so that if naked women cavorting around is not your thing you can distract yourself with fully clothed men playing sports. There is one main stage in the middle which features anywhere from one to three dancers, one of them circulating the tip rail for a song or two, completely naked, allowing everyone at the rail to tuck a buck in their favorite spot. In addition there are several themed areas of the expansive club, including an MGM Grand area, a Moulin Rouge area, and something that looks like a hollowed out rail car that doubles as a VIP level (it is elevated about 3 feet form the rest of the club to give it an air of “exclusivity”). Each of these themed sections offers a VIP area, and the Moulin Rouge is home to what looks from the outside to be a Parisian boutique hotel. Of course, in Miami, anything that combines France and a bed can only be one thing: A champagne room.
These rooms start at $275 for a half an hour which includes a bottle of house Champagne (my guess is it that it, much like the Moulin Rouge façade, is not actually French) and the company of one of the hundreds of ladies working that night. But, of course, the girl’s time is also extra. The rooms are upstairs and offer full-length windows out onto the club with closable shades. Kinda like a real hotel.
Should you go on a weekend, there will be well over 100 girls working, and they are a solid mix of American, Latina, Black and even a few Asians sprinkled in. And for the most part they are top notch, on par with what you’d find at any club in Las Vegas. If you have a certain girl you want to see straddling the pole, there is a monitor in one corner of the club that features every girl and her spot in the dance rotation so you can see who is up next and who just got off stage. So if one caught your eye as she tossed her G-String in your face, you can ask a waitress to find her. The waitresses can also bring you anything from their full-liquor bar. There are separate waitresses for the food from LaColonne, the restaurant located inside the club. The food is better than most bar food you’ll get in places that do not feature fully naked women, and if you go before 8 there is no cover.
Tootsie’s is essentially a Strip Super-Club along the lines of giant ones found in Vegas or New York. The selection on women is spectacular and the food is not bad. They also feature “In the Biz” specials for those who are waiters, bartenders, strippers and the like, consisting of a waived cover and $3 drinks Sunday through Thursday. Now if only they could get you a break on those bottles of “champagne.”
2. Gold Rush
Gold Rush is perhaps the most visible Strip Club in Miami. Located right off I-395 on the way to South Beach, it is highlighted by its glowing purple neon top and searchlights outside on weekends. It is also located across the street from such late night hotspots as Club Space and Nocturnal, and as such becomes a hang-out of sorts for those who need a break from clubland. And while Gold Rush certainly gives off an upscale vibe from the outside, the inside is not what one would expect.
The interior, with its plush chairs, brass and mirrors, indicates that those who designed it had an upscale clientele in mind. And while in years past the club has been adorned with worn carpets and furniture, the new, refurbished Gold Rush feels clean and comfortable. Also gone are the endless parade of ghetto dancers, replaced by a friendlier, somewhat cleaner brand of dancer. I mean, yeah, they’re still strippers. But at least the tattoos aren’t covering their ENTIRE backs.
Drinks are priced about on par with other strip clubs, beers in the $6 range and liquor drinks a few dollars more, and the food is, once again, better than most bar food you will get. I would not order the steak, as the quality of meat is not going to be what you’d get at a real restaurant, but for sandwiches and appetizers this is not a bad option for late-night dining.
But with the more attractive dancers also come stricter rules. Gone are the days when every girl in Gold Rush would do whatever you wanted for a price. The new management has gotten rid of most of those girls, and now Gold Rush is one of the tougher places to do more than what is legal. Regular lap dances are $25, and extras are always negotiable. But not like it used to be. The upside is that it has created a much less sleazy atmosphere, and as such is probably your best bet if you son’t want to go far from South Beach.
Drinks are priced about on par with other strip clubs, beers in the $6 range and liquor drinks a few dollars more, and the food is, once again, better than most bar food you will get. The cover charge depends on when you go and can be as little a $5 to as much as $15 during special events.
If the burlesque clubs of the 1940s and 50s had survived and evolved with the South Beach nightclubs of today, they would probably look a lot like Wonderland.
The club may be the most aptly named in the city. Because as you step into the cavernous theater on the northern end of the City of Miami on 77th and Biscayne Blvd, the experience is a trip into another era mixed with our own.
The library books and brick façade that greet you upon entering wonderland already speak of the club’s classic elegance.
But a trip to the first bar reminds you more of a South Beach VIP Bottle lounge. The upper level of Wonderland is adorned with plush couches and tables with silver buckets ripe for expensive bottle service. A single stage in front of a brick wall has one topless entertainer, who is as much a part of the décor as she is the entertainment. The tables, while filled mostly with men, have a good number of female patrons as well. Wonderland has a relaxed feel of class that can make one forget he or she is in strip club. The dancers only get topless, so the experience is not so jarring if you’ve ever been to the beach during the daytime.
Bottles in this area are typical Miami club prices, ranging from $250 for Svedka vodka to thousands for some champagnes.
The thin, pretty dancers line the bar making flirtatious conversation with the men who don’t have tables, but unlike in most clubs there is no pressure. Operations Manager Michael G says the dancers get fired if they ask for tips for their dance (an annoying Miami strip club practice that confuses and alienates a lot of out of towners). And the only lap dances are available in separate VIP rooms, that cost $400 for a half hour and $750 for the full hour.
“But that’s all-inclusive,” Operations Manager Michael G points out.
The bar on the lower level is a trip back in time. A giant stage on the far side of the room features live dancers doing topless shows, while the crowd laughs and enjoys themselves at tables filling the floor. One feels as if Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin should be at the tables toasting Martinis as the dancers sit with them and laugh. The old-style class is tempered with modern flash, as the bar and lighting are all the latest club-chic models. The show goes on and the patrons enjoy themselves. The naked girls are a nice addition to wonderland, but it is more about the company and the atmosphere.
Michael G says he has nearly all of his best customers’ numbers stored in his phone. And he has made this old, out of the way theater a destination location for tourists with outstanding service.
“We try and cater to the upper middle class and rich,” he says, “and we do a good business by taking care of our customers.”
And while the service and entertainers are the best of any strip club I’ve seen in this city, Wonderland is a spectacle with a drawing power all its own. So for something completely different than any strip club experience you’ve had before, Wonderland is worth a look.
Though not technically in Miami, Scarlett’s is still a favorite spot for anyone living in South Florida. Male or female. For some reason there seem to be an exorbitant amount of women at this club who are not working there. Some are there with guys, some appear to be on dates, and some are just in groups by themselves. And much like it is a good idea to go to the Chinese restaurant with the most Chinese people, so is it the best idea to go to the strip club with the most women.
Aside from having very difficult and hard to maneuver parking (its location in an industrial strip mall next to I-95 doesn’t help) Scarlett’s is a top-notch facility. At any given time there will be 5 girls dancing on 4 different stages while the rest parade around the 12,000 square foot club among the equally as gorgeous and scantily clad waitresses. The mix of dancers is perfect for South Florida, with a healthy amount of every type of girl you would pay to grind on you for $600 an hour.
What makes this club so appealing to women is not the high—tech lighting or the blasting trance music, making it feel more like Club Space than Crazy Horse. Nor is it the lavish “buffet” advertised in the back (a pretty decent chicken marsala or prime rib were the choices this night. $8 including 2 sides and a roll. The tantalizing brownies are extra). No, it is more than likely their multitude of VIP areas. The first you encounter is the “Sky Box,” raised above the main floor offering a bird’s-eye view of all the action. The second is more reminiscent of a 19th century English library than a lap dance couch, featuring armoires, tapestries, and super-plush chairs. In addition they feature 5 themed VIP rooms with flat screen TV’s and various other amenities. These refined touches make it no wonder Scarlett’s was voted Best Strip Club for Couples by Club Systems International.
Lap dances, even the entry-level $25 variety, are conducted in a maze of semi-private rooms complete with blinds and TV’s. So if you feel like paying a girl $25 a song to sit there and watch reruns of “Gunsmoke” with you, well Scarlett’s is the place to do it. Again, though, dancers giving standard lap dances have to leave on their bottoms, which may just be another inducement to get you into one of the VIP areas.
In an effort to keep up with it’s county-line neighbors, Cheetah recently shut down and underwent a massive renovation at its Hallandale location. And while the new, upstairs sports bar is a comfortable, relaxing place to watch a game, it seems the shutdown was counterproductive. Cheetah can now draw in more people for things other than the strippers. Which means the strippers are no longer the only attraction. Which means their quality has slipped considerably.
The new décor at Cheetah gives it a cleaner, classier feel than it used to. But the layout is still the same, with a two-dancer stage in the middle of the club and poles behind the square bars on opposite ends of the massive main room. You can get lap dances on one of the many couches behind these bars, but they are fully out in public so it’s not very hands-on.
The crowd, much like the strippers themselves, has also dropped a notch of class since the renovation. This may be better during the daytime or during sporting events, but to go to it as just a strip club is not your best bet in the countyline area. With Tootsie’s and Scarlett’s nearby, there are stronger options for your strip club dollar.
6. Club Lexx
Club Lexx, if nothing else, does a fantastic job of marketing. The club’s ads, in newspapers, on TV and on the radio, make it sound like a nice, newer strip club with gorgeous ladies and high-tech lights and sound. And since “Lexx” is short for what used to be “Rolexx,” you figure the place must be pretty nice. Never mind that it is just south of Opa Locka, one of the worst parts of Miami. Perhaps it is a bastion of nice in a sea of nasty.
As you drive up, you think this may be the case. The outside is done up in new stucco with bright neon and a clean marquee. But then you encounter the parking lot, which is vaguely reminiscent of the Traz Powell Stadium lot after a Northwestern-Carol City High School football game. Lots of rims, lots of Black and Milds, and no room to drive. You can park across the street and the security guard actually does watch your car, but walking up you will see vendors selling porn, mix CD’s, music from rappers you’ve never heard of and never want to, chicken, sausages, and even a few hookers hanging out looking for stragglers. It feels more like a flea market than a strip club parking lot, but don’t take that to mean it’s dangerous; the place feels more like a tailgate than a crime scene.
However, any pretention of modern amenities and high-class vanish as you reach the front door and read a sign that says “No weed smoking allowed in the club. No firearms or weapons of any kind.” And then you are given a more thorough search than you are at most major airports.
Inside the club the crowd is almost all black. The patrons are pretty relaxed guys, and there isn’t much of a “thuggish” element at all. The girls are friendly, although far from the best looking black women I’ve seen, and will chat you up without demanding money. The place reminds me of how Booby Trap-Homestead used to be, with a lively-yet-trashy crowd, a mainstage behind the bar and a pool table off to the left. Lap dances are in one back room, although you won’t get much back there that you couldn’t get in a table dance at the bar. I would recommend saving your money and keeping the dance up front, and if you want to take it further getting a champagne room.
Club Lexx also offers a small kitchen (the neon sign in the back will let you know when it’s open) that features Chicken Souse and Pork Souse. I didn’t try either, and didn’t see anyone else doing it.
While this club is not as nice or classy as its ads might lead you to believe, if you like black women it is probably your best bet in Miami. The atmosphere is laid back, the girls are nice, and the club is relatively clean and surprisingly devoid of smoke. While still a dive compared to some other spots, it is trashy without being scary. Club Lexx is still a decent club in a not-so-decent area.
7. King of Diamonds
The King of Diamonds, or K.O.D. as it’s known, occupies the warehouse-sized megaclub that was Crazy Horse a few years back. And while Crazy Horse just off I-95. And while Crazy Horse lasted about as long as your average 2-for-1 lapdance, the King of Diamonds, as security chief Bog Moe told us, “is here to stay.”
If you like black girls, this is the club for you. If you do not like black girls, well, do not waste your time navigating the intense security. I have been to airports and military installations that had easier security than this place. Multiple guards at the front patting you down. All of whom look like they’d just as soon rip your face off as let you in. Point is, don’t try bringing any contraband into this place.
Upstairs features VIP bars and rooms, which range anywhere form $100-$300. For how long you may ask? “However long it takes,” Big Moe told us. Apparently they close the curtains, and security does not bother you unless one of the dancers comes outside to ask for assistance. Good to know for the discriminating clientele. Monday is apparently their biggest night, where the stages and poles are replace with a boxing ring for women’s boxing.
K.O.D. is, not so surprisingly, a popular spot among musicians and pro athletes. As such, the back of the club offers a photo area, where your entourage can take a bunch of pictures. A tattoo artist, I’m guessing if you fall so desperately in love with your lap dance partner that you want her name tattooed on your arm. Also a barber shop and a full basketball court. All it needs is a liquor store and it’s pretty much every neighborhood in Oakland. The club also plans to turn some of the basketball area into a comedy club at some point in 2011. We will keep you posted.
So if you are looking for a megaclub experience, but prefer black strippers K.O,D. is your best bet in town. But again, if that’s not your thing, you should probably keep heading north on 95.
8. Dean’s Gold
Dean’s Gold – formerly known as Solid Gold - has the look, at least from the outside, of that sort of giant Super Strip Club that would feature hundreds of girls and vast open spaces. There is a drive up for valet and a posh waiting room complete with fish tank. Upon entry, they are sure to remind you of their perceived exclusivity as they charge $5 for SELF parking on weekends. That’s right, they charge for self parking. Which means before you have seen one G-String you are already down $15 after you pay the cover.
The most notable thing about Dean’s Gold is the attitude everyone inside gives you that they are doing you a favor by letting you in. Kinda like the attitude you’d get a the door of a high-end club in South Beach. Except that this is a Strip Club. In North Miami. Aka, GET OVER YOURSELF. Charging to park at a strip club? Seriously?
Once you get the pleasure of getting inside, the strippers sit at the bar, look pissed off, and don’t even pretend to be friendly. It is Stripper Marketing 101 that you at least PRETEND to be interested in the guys, so they throw money at you like idiots. The girl I got a lapdance from complained to me for the entire dance about how she’d made no money all night. I wanted to tell her if she flirted a little and walked up to guys, she’d probably be able to pay the babysitter when she got home.
This all being said, the cost of everything, be it a lap dance, a drink or a cover charge are not much more than they would be at any other less-opulent looking establishment. The additional cost is incurred should you choose to sit in one of their many VIP rooms. This is not only if you partake in bottle service, done like in a traditional club, but also if you order normal drinks as the prices increase when you sit in one of these more-private areas. But these “VIP” rooms do not really offer as much privacy as in some other clubs; unless you go into the “new room” (formerly LaBare) you are no more secluded from the hoy polloy on the main floor than a guy sitting on the rail. Solid Gold is also one of the few remaining clubs in North Miami to serve liquor until 6 a.m., in case you didn’t get enough strippers before the sun comes up.
9. Club Madonna*
*Do not believe for a second this club has anything to do with the pop singer of the same name.
As it is now the only strip club in South Beach, a tourist would be hard pressed to miss Club Madonna, what with its neon front and scantily clad women outside. Their giant marquee combined with the stretch limo that parades their dancers around South Beach might lead you to believe this was where you could see all those beautiful girls you saw in the clubs take it all off just for you. But, like so many other things in South Beach, this is only a façade.
Tourists are pretty much the only fools dumb enough to venture into Club Madonna. Because of Miami Beach regulations there is no alcohol sold inside which already puts the level of fun to be had at Madonna a good two rungs lower than it would be anywhere else. Second, there is always a cover charge and a one drink minimum, that drink usually consisting of carbonated water and a little Coke syrup. Third, and most importantly, the girls are extremely rude. I mean it was as if you walked into their bathroom while they were changing and they can’t wait for you to get out. As soon as you drop $20 on the stage.
If they are not treating you like some sort of Strip Club pariah, they are telling you in a fake foreign accent how they got stuck in Miami and have no visa home and are trying to work their way back to some Eastern European/South American country you’ve never heard of. And while this may sound vaguely familiar to some disturbing Anderson Cooper report you saw on CNN a while back, it is typically not the case. It is typically some foreign chick exaggerating her accent and trying to get your sympathy so you’ll blow $250 on her in the champagne room. At which point this encounter may or may not start to more closely resemble that Anderson Cooper special.
10. The Beach House Cabaret
Review by Carlos Miller
The Beach House used to be called the Dollhouse, as in the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale from the Motley Crue song.
But it’s in Sunny Isles, not Ft. Lauderdale (there was another Dollhouse in Pompano Beach).
The Dollhouse strip clubs were owned by strip club mogul Michael Peter, who is credited in turning the sleazy strip clubs of the 1970s into the Gentlemen Club’s of today.
But he ended up going to prison on mail fraud back in the 1990s.
A few years ago, a jovial man maned Ronnie Tobin purchased the Dollhouse, but was unable to secure the name, so he changed the name to the Beach House Cabaret.
Tobin is a very likable fellow and that attitude trickles down to his employees, who all seem content to work there, unlike the ones at Dean’s Gold, which we had just visited (which used to be Solid Gold, but that name is also owned by Peter).
“This is the Cheers of strip clubs,” said one of the managers.
In giving us a tour, Tobin proudly pointed out the shower stall near the stage which is popular with bachelors during bachelor parties where they get stripped down to their underwear and bathe with naked women – all to the delight of their drunken, howling friends.
Tobin says he maintains between 20 to 30 dancers a night (they open from 9 p.m – to 6 a.m.), boasting that he has women in all shapes and colors. Most are between 18 to 28 years old.
“What kind of women do you want,” he asks.
“I prefer Latinas,” I tell him.
He immediately brings a 31-year-old Argentine dancer named Luci with the hottest legs who took me into a backroom and promised to be my secretary – for at least a song.
No complaints from that dance either. I actually liked the secretary talk in her sexy accent.
There are six champagne rooms and one friction room
The club is 18 and over, but if you are under 21, you must pay $30 instead of $10. However, they throw in a Beach House Cabaret t-shirt as well.
And that t-shirt might be worth something if anybody ever mentions the club in a rock song.
11. Pink Pony
If you took Gold Rush, toned down the interior a notch and kept the same class of not-quite-ready for Prime Time stripper, you have the Pink Pony in Doral. What the location - in an area not frequented by tourists and club-goers - provides is a slightly nastier cousin to the Downtown superclub. Popular among locals, the club features mostly Latina dancers with a couple of black and white girls thrown in. A lap dance will run you twenty dollars, but do not be fooled: In addition to the dance you must pay an additional $20-25 for a “private” room, unless you want your lap dance out in front of everyone else. If you are content with your run of the mill grinding and grab-assing, then save your money and keep the dance on the floor.
However, should you want a more, shall we say, personal experience with one of the lovely ladies of Pink Pony, the “private” room offers a much better locale for these types of encounters without the gross overpricing of a “champagne room.” The price of services rendered will vary, but at least you don’t have to shell out 275 bucks for something that costs $4.99 at Publix.
The other saving grace of the Pink Pony is the pizza. Avoid the fried foods as I believe the oil is changed about as often as the upholstery on the seats, but the pizza is far and away the best you’ll get in a bar full of naked women. Unless Andiamo’s starts featuring nude entertainment while you wait.
12. Pink Pussycat
Once upon a time, the Pink Pussycat was a popular hangout among Miami locals. Or so I am told. When you drive by, the club looks like a neon oasis, situated next to Miami Jai-Alia with bright signs enticing commuters on the nearby 112 Expressway and tourists just arriving from the airport with promises of Girls, Girls, and, oh yes, more Girls.
So to the uninitiated, you might think this was one of the best clubs in the city. And, much like the pari-mutuel palace next door, at some point it may have been. But sadly, this is no longer the case. The Pink Pussycat is a small strip club with one large bar that looks a little like Mac’s Club Deuce with a stripper stage. Or maybe it’s just that the Deuce looks like a strip club without a stage. Either way, the Pussycat is kind of a sad location with low ceilings, small televisions and a lot of smoke. The orange vinyl chairs and sticky tabletops speak of a degree of apathy on ownership’s part, and the dancers look equally as enthusiastic about the club’s prospects.
The girls who work at the Pussycat are for the most part your typical Miami Latina Strippers, with a few white girls thrown in for the tourists they optimistically hope to attract. Most are friendly, but this may just be because they lack anything better to do than talk up the customers. The crowd is mostly blue-collar locals, single middle-aged guys out for a beer at the local nudie bar. Like the kind of place Al Bundy would go if he were Cuban.
Parking is valet only, but free without the tip (in case you blow all your money inside). The club features 9 champagne rooms that are only semi-private, but given the very hands-on nature of the on-floor lap dances, it won’t take much to take it further in the back. The sign at the front reads “2 Drink Minimum,” but unless you plan to have one beer and loiter it is highly unenforced. Though the inherent sadness of the club leaves little in the way of variety of women, it is still not a bad spot to spend a couple hours if you have a layover at MIA. After all, it is really the only strip club near Miami International Airport. The cab ride is cheap and, unlike strangers you chat up in an airport, here you can feel them up too.
13. Playmates (formerly Alley Cats)
For years, Alley Cats was the quintessential post-Grove strip club for UM kids stopping in drunk on their way home. After all, the place is open until 6. It is a shining neon oasis in a seas of industrial wasteland in Coral Gables. Or, at least, as industrial-wasteladny as Coral Gables gets. And while the name on the big sign has changed, Alley Cats still remains the same. They even kept the smaller sign.
Though parking is a serious pain, you can opt for the $5 valet if you want to ensure your car isn’t towed. Once inside, you can expect to pay $5-10 for your cover, depending on what time you get there. Once inside, you will find a variety of mostly Latina strippers working the main floor, which features a stage with one pole. Typically one girl will dance onstage, while another circulates the tip rail below, already naked. It’s a nice combination.
During the renovation from Alley Cats to Playmates, the club added an elevated VIp area to the right of the stage where you can get champagne for as little as $75 a bottle. You can also get a private champagne room for $200 for a bottle and one hour. The girl you take back there, of course, is extra. And at Alley Cats, you can negotiate for pretty much whatever you’re looking for. Though prices vary considerable from dancer to dancer.
Day shifts will feature about 35 dancers, while nights will have around 50. The girls have a good, local girl vibe. Which if you like Miami girls will suit you well. My friend was groped multiple times on the floor the night we went, and you can touch pretty much anywhere during dances. The girls do come around after their stage shows asking for tips, though. A practice that is extremely annoying and becoming less common in Miami.
The crowd is mostly Gables and Miami locals, with a few tourists popping in from the airport on long layovers. It offers limited bar food and a nice atmosphere, and is definitely worth stopping in after a long night drinking in the Gables or Grove.
While the exterior has been redone in a clean stucco and the interior now boasts nicer chairs and better sound and light, the crowd and the dancers are, well, still VERY Hialeah. For those not from greater Miami, this means it is a little on the, shall we say, trashy side. The silicone that is so prevalent in most higher-end clubs in Miami is completely absent at PT’s, as breasts appear to come in two sizes: Big and Floppy or Non-existent. Oh, but what the girls lack in appearance they make up for in performance.
I’m not talking about gravity-defying pole tricks or professionally choreographed stage routines. No sir. I’m talking about nasty girls giving nasty lap dances. As in the first thing they do when they take you to the rows of padded benches in the back for a lap dance is reach in your pants. You can touch most of the girls pretty much anywhere, even when they are parading the floor asking for tips for their non-existent stage dances. And the price of taking it further is, well, negotiable. The crowd is of much the same class as the dancers, and the food, sadly, was not improved during the ownership change.
15. Hialeah Gold
Let’s say you are here from out of town because a close family member needs surgery they can only get at Hialeah Hospital. Now let’s say you’ve spent all day in there and need something to do for a few hours while your loved one rests, and you sadly discover that the famous horse track has been closed since the Clinton administration. So you briefly consider taking the Metrorail into downtown to see if there’s anything to do when, right across the street, you see what looks like a dirty strip club.
“No,” you say. “I mean, who would put a strip club across the street from a hospital? Don’t these people have any sensitivity? Don’t they know that children might come here? Don’t they have any moral standards at all?”
Sir, Welcome to Hialeah.
Aside from being a good place to kill time while your mother gets triple-bypass surgery, there is not much reason to head up to Hialeah Gold. Though the name sadly tries to imply that there is some element of class associated with it, as soon as you drive up you know that the “Hialeah” in the name far outweighs the “Gold.” The tattooed valet will make you glad you didn’t drive an expensive car up to the club, and the dancers inside will make you glad you got that series of hepatitis vaccinations last year(if you didn’t, there’s a hospital conveniently located across the street!).
The club is a dark, low ceilinged, smoky joint frequented by blue-collar Hialeans and illegal immigrants. The signs in the club are almost all in Spanish, but if you’re lucky you can find a dancer who speaks English. Should you choose to get a lap dance, you can go to a small semi-private room next to the mainstage that is secluded from the rest of the club. In there, the dances are very hands on and a good deal for the $25 the girls charge. For $70, you can rent a champagne room, without even buying champagne, and the girl will charge, as one explained to me “Whatever she charges for whatever you wanna do.” I mean, I guess if my wife was dying of cancer across the street, I’d need a little release too.
16. Bottoms Up
Review by Carlos Miller
Bottoms Up was probably the first strip club I ever visited. I say probably because it wasn’t exactly a coming-of-age passage, so I don’t quite remember the first time.
But I do remember going to Bottoms Up in my late teens because it was in my neighborhood and back then, nobody really carded you as long as you walked in as if you belonged there.
Bottoms Up was always the way I imagined a strip club to be. Dark, dingy with an overwhelming sense of desperation. It wasn’t until I got older and started visiting other strip clubs, that I learned that some pretend to have class as they allow women to grind their asses against your crotch in exchange for money.
This is when I started realizing that Bottoms Up is like the minor leagues of strip clubs. It serves as a launching pad for many beginning dancers and as a landing zone for many dancers who have seen their better days.
The best dancers rarely last at Bottoms Up, but you can usually find one or two relatively hot dancers on a given night along with several other dancers who have no business dancing on stage naked. There are usually between eight to ten dancers per shift.
Most are Hispanic, but you will also find white and black girls there as well.
The good thing about Bottoms Up is that it is a no-frills bar. There’s never a cover, the beer is cheap and the popcorn is delicious and free.
And it is safe. You’re not going to get robbed or get caught up in a shootout. Most of its customers are working class immigrants.
No complaints about my lap dance with a thirty-something Cuban-American who found it extremely amusing I was getting paid to do this.
It is owned by a man named “Cliff” who claims it is the oldest strip bar in Miami, having been at the same location for more than 40 years. Or maybe he was just talking about its strippers.
All kidding aside, it was one of the friendliest strip bars we encountered last Friday. Two of its dancers even posed for photographs, even though there is a sign on the outside door saying photography is strictly forbidden.
17. Booby Trap Doral
This latest in that triumvirate of South Florida Strip Clubs that is Booby Trap is far and away the chain’s greatest effort. This spot, opened about a year ago (formerly Jaguars, among others), is a purple neon beacon off the side of the Palmetto Expressway that, unlike its other Palmetto-lining counterpart in Hialeah, looks like a high-class joint. But when you see the marquee and decide to wait out traffic with a naked girl on your lap, you suddenly discover that getting to the place is extremely difficult. Though some of you may be able to navigate the maze of industrial streets that lead you from the Palmetto to BT’s, my advice is just follow the pickup trucks once you get off the highway. They’re all headed the same place.
The club is very nicely done, with the requisite pair of lions guarding the door and a plush lobby that features a humidor and impressive fish tank. Once you pay your cover at the opulent front desk, be sure to stay straight as you walk in the main door. I say this because if you make a right you will find yourself smack in the middle of Goodfellas, a strip club that, as the name might imply, features men. Now, if that’s your thing, then have at it, but sadly a review of that club will not be included here (despite the fact that I, like everyone else, inevitable accidentally wandered in here only to look at the stage and be immediately blinded and escorted out by a female bartender. Don’t let it happen to you).
If you’ve ever been to Scarlett’s up in Hallandale, this club is like a smaller version of that spot. It has a very expensive and impressive light and sound system, and a large stage that can accommodate multiple dancers. The bars are fully stocked and tended by women in outfits that are best described as “Pearl Gone Slutty.” That is, all white with knee high boots. But instead of a skirt they are in lace panties. And needless to say, the quality drops a few notches as well from the South Beach champagne lounge.
The walls are lined with plasma TV’s that show actual sports, rather than the usual Playboy Lingerie videos that nobody notices. The air in the club feels clean, as the ventilation system gets most of the cigarette smoke out quickly. The furnishings are new and spotless, and the bottle service booths which line the far well of the club look like doctors’ waiting rooms with flat screen TV’s. For a more private experience, BT Doral also offers a maze of private rooms that you can “rent” by the half hour. The club offers full bottle service in these rooms, as well as a full menu of typical bar fare which tastes, not surprisingly, like typical bar fare. I wouldn’t make a point of having dinner at this place, but if you work up an appetite tucking bucks at the massive mainstage, the food won’t make you ill either. The club also has a couple of pool tables if you’re more into billiards than naked women.
The crowd is mostly younger guys, and the girls somehow don’t fit the décor. While you will see a good number of couples in here (and I have always found that the number of couples you see in a club is a good barometer of how nice it is) the dancers look like they split shifts between here and PT’s up the Palmetto. They are a fairly trashy and unimpressive lot, although they are more the strung-out-with-one-kid variety rather than the burned-out-with-kids-in-foster-care group. Nasty, but not depressing. I would recommend this club if you want an upscale atmosphere with downscale women, or just a good place to avoid sitting on the Palmetto.
18. Booby Trap Homestead
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Formerly Pink Gold. Formerly Wild Horses. Formerly Maddy Silk’s. Formerly a lot of other things as nobody can seem to make a go of it with this end-of-the road strip club in Homestead. And when you walk inside it doesn’t take long to figure out why. The girl taking your money at the front door is typically on her 15th drink of the night. That is if you show up before midnight. It is not uncommon to see the dancers sitting at the bar, sometimes eating a Big Mac or other delectable food obtained from an outside source. The club offers lunch and dinner, but given the fact that the employees, who look like they subside on a diet of fast food and crack, won’t touch the stuff, it is recommended that you follow their lead.
The dancers are almost all black, but if that is your style you are probably better suited to go to a more diverse club and get one of the dancers there. These girls will ask you for a cigarette or $3 for a drink before they’ll ask you for a dance. The clientele is actually a little higher-end than the dancers, although this may only be because it would be hard to be any notches further down. There are two stages, although the one behind the bar is typically the only one in use, rendering the stage that occupies an entire room useless on most nights. The now-removed pool tables got more use and probably generated more money. More people seem interested in what is on TV than the dancers, and it is hard to blame them. The folks at Pink Gold, or Booby Trap, have cleaned up the club a lot from its Wild Horses days, but in that location it may be simply rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.
19. Booby Trap 2 (BT’s)
Though a stark improvement over its similarly-named cousin to the south, BT’s is not the best that Miami strip clubs have to offer. Its shortened name comes from a stipulation the club had when it opened on South Dixie Highway in family-friendly South Miami. Apparently part of their being an “All-American City” was not having the word “Booby” plastered all over the biggest street in town. So the club is known on its sign and, consequently to most of its patrons, simply as “BT’s.”
The club is well managed and the staff is for the most part friendly. As are the majority of the dancers. They are predominantly Latina and of higher quality than Gold Rush or Stir Crazy, but not near the quality of Scarlett’s or Tootsie’s. Lap dances are the standard $25, but again thanks to the slightly lower-grade of girl, there are always negotiable extras to be had at BT’s. Its proximity to residential areas in South Miami and Coral Gables give it a much more upscale crowd, and as such a slightly nicer interior, but again the quality of dancer doesn’t exactly match up. If you want something a little more intense than Bare Necessity and don’t want to drive too far north, this is likely your best bet.
20. Take 1
The sweet smell of marijuana as you walk through the parking lot may be the first sign Take One Lounge is a world away from Wonderland. Even if that world is only about a half a mile. The second sign might be the bouncer at the front door, who appears to not have a single tooth made of anything other than gold. The third might be when he tells you the cover for guys is $20, but for girls it’s $25. And unescorted females are never let in alone. If you know anything about how strip clubs in the meatier parts of Miami work, you probably know why Take One has such an unusual pricing structure.
Inside on a weekend is tight quarters. I’m not sure what the fire code allows Take One to pack into it’s small club. But rest assured that number is well exceeded on an average Friday night. The small stage behind the bar has a dancer or two on it at all times, dancing to rap music played so loud the songs themselves are unintelligible.
The dancers are exclusively black, as are the clientele. This is not to say there’s a discriminatory door policy. It’s just to say there seems to be only one ethnic group that frequents Take One. But moving through the club on a crowded night is tough.
“Yo, you gotta be aggressive, man,” I was told as I paused in front a couple grinding as they bellied up to the bar. Despite the $5-extra cover, Take One had a lot of female clientele, and many seemed to be there to meet men. Regardless, it took a good 15 minutes to do a lap of the place, and the club may not be 100 feet long.
It’s tough to tell where lap dances even happen at Take One, as the couches that line the walls – usually used for such dances – are all filled with relaxing patrons.
So for a good feel of what a party in the rougher side of Miami is like, check out Take One. Just don’t go by yourself if you’re female, and don’t plan on walking around much.
From the exterior, Coco’s looks like a nightclub Crockett and Tubbs would have rolled up to looking for a confidential informant or Colombian Kingpin. The chrome-and-neon exterior, complete with waterfall and palm trees, looks like a well-maintained relic from the 1980s in the middle of an otherwise dull commercial street.
Inside also has a surprisingly clean and light-colored design pattern .The walls are all mirrored and the elevated VIP levels look as if at some point, years ago, some very dangerous and wealthy people came for the show.
Now, Cocos is a popular after-work strip club for those living in northwest Miami-Dade. Accordingly, the dancers are almost exclusively back, as are the patrons. But the larger, cleaner, more open Cocos is much less hectic than some other clubs that cater to that market. And the prices can’t be beat. Bottles in the VIP area average $100, while lap dances are a mere $10. The private rooms are $30 for a half hour, plus whatever prices you negotiate with the dancer of your choice.
But as the manager at the door told us, it’s much more of a neighborhood bar with naked girls dancing behind it. It just looks like a Cocaine Cowboys hangout.
22. The Trap Lounge
If such a thing as “Friendly Neighborhood Dive Black Strip Club” exists, then The Trap is it. The place looks, from the outside, like the textbook definition of “Seedy Strip Club,” as it is a small shack located on a bad street in a questionable part of town. But this place is more like Cheers than it is like a brothel.
The Trap (not to be confused with the above “Booby Trap” franchise. No relation here. Not even close) doesn’t charge a cover, likely because nobody in their right mind would pay money to set foot in the place. The club is full of guys who seem more interested in sipping on a beer or playing pool than watching the dancers. The air is filled with Black and Mild smoke, and as you sit at the bar you have to watch the dancer on the stage through a haze. But the bartenders and dancers are friendly, and seem to know all the patrons by name.
The Trap is the sort of club where the customers play pool while the strippers play Photo Hunt on the video machines at the bar. It’s the sort of club where patrons walk behind the bar and drop money on the spread-eagled crotches of whatever dancer is up there. It’s the sort of club where the manager (the only white guy in the place) picks up the one dollar bills on the floor that missed the dancer when some patron decided to “make it rain,” and puts few in his pocket before giving the rest to the girl. And it’s the sort of place that has bathrooms that vaguely remind you of ones you used at a similar spot in Tijuana.
The Trap has a small lap dance area, which consists of two couches behind the pool table, and looks like it never gets used. I’m sure if you ask a stripper for a dance, she’ll be happy to oblige, but she might look at you funny like you don’t belong there. Also, be advised The Trap does not serve hard liquor. Not for any regulatory reasons, but more because I would guess it doesn’t have the license. But beer and wine are plentiful and reasonably priced.
All in all, this club, which is maybe 40 feet by 20 feet, is a good way to get a feel for the local flavor of Opa Locka. Now, I’m not sure if that’s something you want to do, but if you want a laid back bar that has naked black women dancing behind it, The Trap is not a bad place at all.
The sign outside this tine Biscayne Boulevard club reads “Secrets…Shhh, we won’t tell.” And there is a reason they won’t tell. Because if they did, no one in their right mind would ever go.
Now throughout Miami, there are several Black strip clubs. Some are in nice areas, some are in not so nice areas. Some are upscale, some are a little more divey. But none are as dirty, smelly, crowded and trashy as Secrets. The dancers look like rejected guests from the Maury Povich show, and it would not surprise me if more than a few of them were. The crowd is, well, pure ghetto. The facility is vaguely reminscnet of a hole in the wall Mexican restaurant you might find somewhere in Southern Arizona, except without the high levels of sanitation.
The night we went there were two poles, with a few dancers on them and some rapper nobody had ever heard of giving a show. The stage was taken over by said rapper and several patrons, while the strippers continued their act. It was, for lack of a better word, a complete shitshow. Cover is $5, although you’d have to pay me to ever go back inside. Drinks are the typical $4-a-beer and $6 for liquor. Lap dances are $5, but again, you’d have to pay me to get a dance from any of there girls. Can’t think of any reason to go to Secrets really. For black women, Miami has much better options, even if you don’t want an upscale club.
Formerly Goldfinger South, this Cutler Bay (Ridge) staple is located right off the turnpike exit at SW 200th St. The best feature of this club is its free lunch special from 12-2 PM daily. That’s right. Come in, order one drink, and you get a free lunch complete with scintillating conversation with whatever day-shift stripper happens to be bored enough to sit down with you. Typically they will ask for some of your fries, so be prepared. The whole meal comes out to about ten bucks after you tip the dancers and the waitress, but still that’s cheaper that it would be a TGI Friday’s and last time I checked the waitresses there have to be wearing something under all the “flare.” And, surprisingly, the food is quite tasty.
Sadly, that is about all that is tasty at Centerfolds. While you may get the occasional out-of-town stripper who got stuck in South Dade, not knowing South Dade and South Beach very slightly different things, most of the dancers are a few cuts below prime. It’s a shame, as the décor of the club is very nice, and it features two separate rooms of entertainment for busy nights. There are private VIP and champagne rooms that offer much of the same plush décor, and large-screen TV’s for event viewing. So lacking any dancers of customers, the place is quite lavish. Unfortunately, you need both to survive.
The crowd is decidedly undocumented, as you may greeted by more than one dancer with a “Wow, you actually speak English?!” But then again, most of the dancers don’t speak it either. According to one visiting stripper we talked to, most of the girls working there have pimps too. So don’t even THINK about walking out on the $450 you owe the girl from the champagne room.
25. Stir Crazy
Much like many of its South Dade counterparts, Stir Crazy is long on mediocre Latina strippers and short on pretty much anything else. While it does feature two stages, what it does not feature is a variety of dancers or a staff that is easy to communicate with. The club is rather small, forcing lap dances into a separate room from the drinking and main entertainment. The upside to a small club with trashy dancers and a separate lap dance area is pretty obvious. I just wouldn’t let any of the girls here kiss you on the mouth.
Drinks are reasonably priced and occasionally you can find a diamond in the rough, but for the most part the club is just sort of a nasty, neighborhood nudie bar for guys from Kendall and Pinecrest. The interior is a little beat up, as is the exterior, as are the dancers. The girls, however, are a little friendlier than they are at some of the higher-end clubs, but this may just be because they don’t feel like working. Better to go a little further south to Centerfolds or a little further north to BT’s.
26. Bare Necessity
At first glance, you wouldn’t even guess Bare Necessity was a strip club. From the outside, it looks like little more than a lounge attached to a small liquor store in Kendall. And from the inside, it looks like pretty much the same thing. Save, of course, for the two poles behind the bar and the stage jutting out from one of the walls. Bare Necessity has the feel of a local dive bar with the added bonus of naked women walking around. And, surprisingly, they are pretty attractive.
One might expect what amounts to a liquor lounge with a stage to have some of the more run-down strippers you’d find, but this place seems to attract a good mix of good-looking ladies from around South Dade. There will rarely be too many working at a given time, but it makes for a nice place to sit back with one of your boys, have a couple brews, and look at some nice bodies in the background. Much like you might with a ballgame except you generally don’t have to tip the TV. Bare Necessity does offer lap dances in a small room off to the side, but the drink specials and lack of cover for anyone over 21 are what make the bar an attractive option for a relaxing night out. That, and Scarl
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