I could try to write some deep and meaningful text regarding the our trip to see naked dancing ladies at a name brand adult establishment… or I could just show you this picture of Tentacle Chris and I and booze.

Larry Flint's Hustler Club

I could tell you about the talented young lady who would come out during songs and perform webbing feats a la Cirque du Soleil who’s skills were without question… or I could just show this photo of our ladies on the club’s rooftop:

Larry Flint's Hustler Club

I could pen some prose about the obvious money that went into the furnishing and decoration of this establishment to make it feel a step above your average run-of-the-mill strip joint… or I could show you a photo of the urinal in the men’s room:

Larry Flint's Hustler Club

Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club was a lot of style, but sadly seemed to lack little substance.  The ladies working there were working… but they lacked the enthusiasm you’d expect from the place.

Was it a cool club?  Absolutely.  Was it a cool adult club?  Not so much.

There was “no cover charge” but you are required to buy a lap dance for $30 before entering.  Clever.  Even more clever was the fact that if you bought TWO lap dances (read: $50) you would get access to the VIP floor.  The VIP floor LOOKED awesome but it fell short of any VIP excitement.  We waited to see if the ladies dancing upstairs were a better caliber/more skilled/hotter and…

and…

The announcer kept calling her name.  She never came out.  The four of us walked back downstairs.

We had a good time but definitely not a GREAT time.  I’d be hard pressed to return the next time I’m in Las Vegas.