PP Does have a minimum...
If a guy can't afford a drink , howz he gonna afford a lap dance , let alone the privacy booths ??
If you're really pinching pennies , get a soft drink = they're four bucks at the P·P and five at C·F .
That's what I always do [ I'm not cheap & actually I'm an alcoholic , but I don't drink & drive ]
I've never been hassled about a drink minimum because my routine is to walk in and head straight for the bar ,
grab a seat & a soda , then wait for the girls to hit on me — that usually takes about , oh , two minutes
You get *much* better service from girls who approach you ; I never approach girls in a strip club and here's why =
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Missing Links in more ways than one ....
A couple guys answered Post # 109 over on the Opinions > Pimps Board
Here's my response =
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More on Combat Zone drinks...
[QUOTE=Little Tony II]Did you ever notice you never saw a bartender open a Champaign bottle for a girl in front of you. Thats because the bartenders would refill the Champaign bottles with ginger ale.
Then they would re-sell the bottle again and again…
That sale was not rung up at the register either!
I won't tell you this still goes on today at some of the clubs.
Tony[/QUOTE]
Usually, the first bottle was opened fresh. If the customer was pretty drunk and not capable of paying attention, then the bar gun would be used to squirt ginger ale into the bottle. This was not done when there were customers who could easily observe a bottle being refilled - the champagne they were selling was cheap enough so that there was plenty of profit using fresh bottles. Also, many of the bartenders considered the number of cork poppings heard on their bar to be a source of professional pride.
For the dancer who did not want to get drunk and wanted to get through the bottle quickly, there was the "side pour" where she would hold her glass over the ice bucket and pour most of the champagne into the bucket with only a little getting into the glass. Or there was the approach involving asking the bartender for some fresh ice in the champagne glass - the glass got dumped, fresh ice added and ginger ale squirted into the glass below the bar. There was also the "spit glass" - ice and a little ginger ale in a highball glass...take a sip of champagne, chase it with a "sip" from the spit glass. Bartenders were contantly emptying and freshening the spit glasses to get rid of the champagne deposited there. The smart dancer hooked up with and worked with a bartender who was good at pacing things so that the customer would not realize he was being taken to the cleaners. Of course, the drunker the customer got, the easier it was to clean him out.
When you got a dancer a mixed drink, the pour would be done with a thumb over the shot-measurer's neck. If it was scotch and soda, or something that should look dark, some coca-cola got squirted for coloration.
The best scam was when a bartender got a real drunk customer who opened a tab using his credit card...he'd get hit for as much as they could get away with - sometimes in the thousands of bucks. Some clubs lost their credit card usage by going way too far in screwing the customer. The best bartenders were those who sensed just how far they could go and not get into difficulty - it was almost an art form.
Surprisingly, some club owners actually did have a sense of honour. At the Glass Slipper, there was as regular customer who was somewhat retarded...he would come into the club once each month with a few hundred bucks. There was one bartender who was known as the biggest shark in the zone, and one afternoon this guy sat on her bar. She had four dancers on him, each with a big bottle of champagne, and cleaned him out in a matter of 20 minutes. When Billy,one of the owners (now deceased) came in and learned what had happened, he made the dancers sit with the guy for the next hour and a half, and docked the bartender and the dancers the value of the commissions they would have made. Maybe there's a little justice in the world after all...