This happened last week when I was in NYC for work.
I was walking back to my hotel by myself after a dinner with colleagues and clients at around 10pm when I passed by a club called Sapphire Times Square. I recognized the name from the one in Vegas, and it turns out this location only opened a month or two ago.
I haven’t been to a strip club since I was 25 (I’m 33 now) but, to be honest, I wasn’t ready for the night to end so decided instead of a night cap at the hotel bar I would check out this Sapphire.
I walk down to the basement and pay the $20 cover. It is well done and while significantly smaller than any of the Vegas clubs I’ve been to, was big and clean enough that I didn’t feel shady even though it may have been a little over the top.
It turns out that Tuesday night at 10pm might not be prime time for this place (or maybe people don’t know about it yet). There were fewer than 10 customers there when I arrived but probably 15-20 dancers. There was one main stage in the middle with a big TV screen behind it showing the baseball playoffs. I settled at the bar and laid $12 for a Stella.