Mon-Sat, 7pm-4am; Sun, closed
A, C, E at 42nd St.-Port Authority Bus Terminal
$20; free with dinner reservations
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If this run-of-the-mill gentleman’s club seems like a Scores knock-off, it’s for a reason: It’s owned by Big John, manager at the aforementioned stripclub for fifteen years. Poised near the Javits Center and the Lincoln Tunnel, it’s no surprise that the crowd—not to mention their New Yawk-burred topless titillaters—seems more Long Island than Manhattan. An attempt at columned neo-classical elegance doesn’t last beyond the entry where you’re socked with the cover: In the dark, smallish main room, the upscale drabness of the black-painted ceilings, mirrored walls, and dark hotel-hallway carpet is brightened up only by gigantic flat-screen TVs playing football games on either side of the large stage. From velvety club chairs in the seating pit, guys’ guys dressed in everything from full-on tuxedos to jeans and Rangers jerseys can gawk at their pals getting languorous table dances while the D.J. pumps out the obligatory soundtrack of alternative rock, house, and butt-shaking Hot 97 faves. More naughtiness can be had in one of the private rooms.Extra
The adjoining formal restaurant serves appetizers, sandwiches, and pricey entrées such as a pork chop in grape sauce and penne alla vodka.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.