Perhaps we waited too long. Perhaps our expectations were too high and it was a set-up for a let-down. Morley and I had been building up the Legend of Stephanie to Brother Randy for 2 months and finally Randy and I had time to go see her at DJV - NoHo.
She wasn't there. We were. Saturday night. 9:30 to 11:00 - no waitress shift change and we left because, despite our best efforts to stay, we couldn't take it anymore.
When the highlight of the evening was seeing Trainwreck actually attempt a move on the pole and even remove her bottoms, then you know a new low has been hit.
We got more entertainment watching the customers interact with the dancers: The guy slouched at the stage who'd throw money in from a seemingly endless pile. The dude at a nearby table who would wheel his chair over to the stage, toss some bucks, and then wheel back. The couple at another nearby table who we couldn't figure out if they were a real couple or if she were merely hired help. Either way, she didn't look too involved.
And yet DJV was packed. I guess the Pokemon GO phenomenon only goes so far, or maybe there was a Lapras in the club.
Randy and I both agreed that, of the dancers, the tall, short-haired one with a very nice body and pretty face captured out attention but her lack of "Game" - not smiling on stage, lack of contact - offset the other measures, and certainly wasn't enough to qualify the evening as a worthwhile venture.
Even the waitresses - the real reason to visit DJV - let us down. There were four of them and, while friendly enough, only one did we consider Dimm Bros acceptable but just barely.
At least we didn't pay full price to get in and we didn't get hassled for drinks so being out $10 each for an hour-and-a-half of sub-par entertainment wasn't too bad.
But has DJV-NoHo lost the #1 spot as the best Adult Entertainment venue in the Valley?
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Sunday, May 22, 2016
The Tilted Kilt
You ever hear of Hooters? Sure you have. Sports bar with those waitresses.
They have some competition. The Tilted Kilt has quite a few branches but the closest one for the Dimms was over in Thousand Oaks.
Sports Bar. Those waitresses albeit with a little too much ink for our tastes but fun personalities.
Our only complaint was the spiciest sauce for the chicken wings wasn't spicy enough. Needs more heat.
We looks forward to their newest branch opening in Northridge.
Morley here: Hard to drink out in Thousand Oaks when you know you have a ways to go back on the 101. Northridge needs to hurry up and open. I would think XXX will be much happier to grab a bite on the way home!!
They have some competition. The Tilted Kilt has quite a few branches but the closest one for the Dimms was over in Thousand Oaks.
Sports Bar. Those waitresses albeit with a little too much ink for our tastes but fun personalities.
Our only complaint was the spiciest sauce for the chicken wings wasn't spicy enough. Needs more heat.
We looks forward to their newest branch opening in Northridge.
Morley here: Hard to drink out in Thousand Oaks when you know you have a ways to go back on the 101. Northridge needs to hurry up and open. I would think XXX will be much happier to grab a bite on the way home!!
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Back in L.A.
Morley and I were back in L.A. after a long hiatus. Friday night and bored shitless, what to do?
We decided to visit a sports bar, have a beer and watch whatever games were on so, thumbing through the latest LA Weekly, we saw an ad for Dames and Games (part of Spearmint Rhino), a topless sports bar over on Raymer.
Raymer? That sounded very familiar. The old "Bob's Classy Lady" place?!? We had to check it out as, courtesy of the LA Weekly, we had free admission coupons.
We get there and, sure enough, it's the old Bob's Classy Lady. Bust out the coupons, go in...
and walk right out.
Yes, there were sports on TV, pretty much all the same baseball game.
Topless waitresses? Not a one in site. Add in a pole dancer not topless either and we felt very disappointed as in bait-and-switch disappointed. Adios.
But now what? We looked at each other and knew where we would end up.
Back to Deja Vu in North Hollywood. It had been, what?, 7 years or so since we last sullied their space with our presence. How much has it changed? We figured none of the dancer or waitress legends - Never Tame, Lyndsay, Hennessey, Maria - we knew from 7 years would be there so it would be interesting.
We paid our $20 admission and sat at our usual table, off center and back a row. It's a bit after 9 PM and the place is slowly filling up. We see 2 waitresses, neither in the classic uniforms from years ago. One waitress, a tall blonde was very friendly and had a very viewable rear. Sorry, don't know how else to say it.
Eventually a dancer came over to chat. Her name was Charms. Charms, Charms, Charms? That sounded really familiar. She said that yes she had been with DJV back in the day and, yes, she remembered and was still friends with Hennessey. She remembered Schwinn, and Never Tame, the latter with an added "Ohmigod!" but she didn't elaborate. After a bit more chitchat she left.
A shout-out to Manager Mike for the Save. During a rollcall one dancer who was clearly and severely inebriated (fucking drunk) asked me if I was interested in a lapdance to which I refused. She would not leave and kept asking, begging, whining before Mike came over to pull her away. Morley was asked by a girl who obviously had smoked a pack or two beforehand. That huge bowl of mints by the door is there for a reason.
The dancers were, for the most part, forgettable and that applied to the entire evening, except for one dancer which left us in shock. During the first roll call Morley leaned forward, squinted, and asked " Les, is that, the one on the left, is that Trainwreck?" I looked. Shit, the same vacuous stare...maybe? Watch, Morley said, if it's her she won't get fully nude. We watched with gritted teeth and, sure enough, the bikini bottom stayed on. In 7 years her dancing abilities had not changed, certainly not improved, one iota. Amazing really, a dancer so lackluster and yet there she was still swaying at DJV.
Change of topic.
Years ago we wrote that the real reason to visit DJV were the waitresses. It held then and, after a shift change, we were relieved to see it held now. One waitress - Stephanie - wow, WOW! She could dance and looked spectacular dancing. She had a sweet face and a sweeter personality. We stayed long enough to watch her dance twice before "thanking her" with a decent tip and leaving. Stephanie salvaged what was a potentially dismal evening. The only improvement we could suggest would be for her to learn to talk more, to connect more, with customers.
Morley here: Within the Dimmbros organization, I am known as the elder brother. I am also known as the quiet, inquisitive, all knowing, logical and least embarrassing one. Well, that may not be true anymore. Lester is quite a writer and, as usual, has done an amazing job of describing the true and actual events of the evening. What I would like to add concerns temporary probationary brother XXX. His identity cannot be revealed until he makes it regular status within the organization. XXX is the kind of guy you enjoy going out with as he truly gets excited, okay maybe overly excited, when he gets to spend time out with the boys. XXX has a special type of woman that lights his fire, revs his engine, wakes up his loins - you get the idea - and that is a short Hispanic woman of correct proportions. Well XXX, you better get permission to stay out an extra 15 minutes because you MUST see at least 2 dance sessions with Stephanie. ENOUGH SAID
Morley out
We decided to visit a sports bar, have a beer and watch whatever games were on so, thumbing through the latest LA Weekly, we saw an ad for Dames and Games (part of Spearmint Rhino), a topless sports bar over on Raymer.
Raymer? That sounded very familiar. The old "Bob's Classy Lady" place?!? We had to check it out as, courtesy of the LA Weekly, we had free admission coupons.
We get there and, sure enough, it's the old Bob's Classy Lady. Bust out the coupons, go in...
and walk right out.
Yes, there were sports on TV, pretty much all the same baseball game.
Topless waitresses? Not a one in site. Add in a pole dancer not topless either and we felt very disappointed as in bait-and-switch disappointed. Adios.
But now what? We looked at each other and knew where we would end up.
Back to Deja Vu in North Hollywood. It had been, what?, 7 years or so since we last sullied their space with our presence. How much has it changed? We figured none of the dancer or waitress legends - Never Tame, Lyndsay, Hennessey, Maria - we knew from 7 years would be there so it would be interesting.
We paid our $20 admission and sat at our usual table, off center and back a row. It's a bit after 9 PM and the place is slowly filling up. We see 2 waitresses, neither in the classic uniforms from years ago. One waitress, a tall blonde was very friendly and had a very viewable rear. Sorry, don't know how else to say it.
Eventually a dancer came over to chat. Her name was Charms. Charms, Charms, Charms? That sounded really familiar. She said that yes she had been with DJV back in the day and, yes, she remembered and was still friends with Hennessey. She remembered Schwinn, and Never Tame, the latter with an added "Ohmigod!" but she didn't elaborate. After a bit more chitchat she left.
A shout-out to Manager Mike for the Save. During a rollcall one dancer who was clearly and severely inebriated (fucking drunk) asked me if I was interested in a lapdance to which I refused. She would not leave and kept asking, begging, whining before Mike came over to pull her away. Morley was asked by a girl who obviously had smoked a pack or two beforehand. That huge bowl of mints by the door is there for a reason.
The dancers were, for the most part, forgettable and that applied to the entire evening, except for one dancer which left us in shock. During the first roll call Morley leaned forward, squinted, and asked " Les, is that, the one on the left, is that Trainwreck?" I looked. Shit, the same vacuous stare...maybe? Watch, Morley said, if it's her she won't get fully nude. We watched with gritted teeth and, sure enough, the bikini bottom stayed on. In 7 years her dancing abilities had not changed, certainly not improved, one iota. Amazing really, a dancer so lackluster and yet there she was still swaying at DJV.
Change of topic.
Years ago we wrote that the real reason to visit DJV were the waitresses. It held then and, after a shift change, we were relieved to see it held now. One waitress - Stephanie - wow, WOW! She could dance and looked spectacular dancing. She had a sweet face and a sweeter personality. We stayed long enough to watch her dance twice before "thanking her" with a decent tip and leaving. Stephanie salvaged what was a potentially dismal evening. The only improvement we could suggest would be for her to learn to talk more, to connect more, with customers.
Morley here: Within the Dimmbros organization, I am known as the elder brother. I am also known as the quiet, inquisitive, all knowing, logical and least embarrassing one. Well, that may not be true anymore. Lester is quite a writer and, as usual, has done an amazing job of describing the true and actual events of the evening. What I would like to add concerns temporary probationary brother XXX. His identity cannot be revealed until he makes it regular status within the organization. XXX is the kind of guy you enjoy going out with as he truly gets excited, okay maybe overly excited, when he gets to spend time out with the boys. XXX has a special type of woman that lights his fire, revs his engine, wakes up his loins - you get the idea - and that is a short Hispanic woman of correct proportions. Well XXX, you better get permission to stay out an extra 15 minutes because you MUST see at least 2 dance sessions with Stephanie. ENOUGH SAID
Morley out
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Hiatus
The DimmBros site will be on indefinite hiatus as Morley and Lester are exploring different parts of Asia.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Dimm Brothers' School of Stripology
We discussed this last night while at Deja Vu, of opening a school for strippers (and waitresses). In addition to the basic classes of pole dancing and lap dancing, there'd be courses on customer service, conversation skills, psychology, sales techniques, even marketing.
The idea being that the graduates would be more than "Wanna dance?" clones. They'd be able to converse, to recognize a customer that will be worth the effort versus one who isn't going to open the wallet. To learn how to handle the octopuses versus the shy newbies.
Admission would be nominal since it'd be a working school. The dancing might be a little raw (pun intended).
The problem we see is accreditation. How to convince the State that the school is a good thing.
The idea being that the graduates would be more than "Wanna dance?" clones. They'd be able to converse, to recognize a customer that will be worth the effort versus one who isn't going to open the wallet. To learn how to handle the octopuses versus the shy newbies.
Admission would be nominal since it'd be a working school. The dancing might be a little raw (pun intended).
The problem we see is accreditation. How to convince the State that the school is a good thing.
Deja Vu *is* The Waitresses
Another week, another visit to Deja Vu. This one would be a farewell of sorts for the Dimms. With Lester (moi) off for Thailand and Morley relocating to Asia after my return, this would be our final visit as a duo for quite a long while.
We went with high spirits, figuring that we'd be seeing at least a couple of our favorite waitresses. Arriving at 9:30, we were eager to see Rachel and Gabrielle. We entered...
Two waitresses. Neither are familiar though the one behind the bar gives us a huge smile as if she knows us.
We take our usual seats and the other waitress comes over. She's nice. They all are without exception but I've forgotten her name. A few minutes later the other waitress - the one who smiled at us - comes over and introduces herself: Maria.
Wow! Tremendous personality. Huge smile. Cute too. Maria - Welcome to the Dimm Brothers' Waitress Roster.
We question Maria bout who'd be on the 10 shift change. She wasn't sure except for maybe Lindsay (or is it, Lindsey? He DJV, how about a waitress RTRC sometime!).
10:00 rolls around. Maria goes off shift giving us a loud farewell from across the room. Nice.
In comes the 10:00 shift. Don't recognize her, nor her...is that Gabby? Nope. 4 new faces and 1 more...Lindsay!!!
One of the new girls comes over to check up on us. Sweet smile, super cute, petite. Nice to meet you too Evelyn.
But the burden of keeping the Dimms awash in cola fell to Lindsay and she took on that burden with an electric smile and unmatchable personality. That loud thumping wasn't the bass line of the song playing, that was our hearts pounding every time she walked by and smiled at us.
And when the Waitresss went to clean the stage...of all that is Holy...what a show!!! Lindsay simply climbing and cleaning the poles proved more appealing than the pro pole dancers.
Notice I don't mention the dancers? They were there too but we preferred watching Lindsay do her micro-shimmies. For sheer sexy we watched Lindsay and Evelyn. Sorry dancers. The Waitresses have you beat.
When we left we tipped Lindsay nicely for making our final DJV run memorable.
The DJ Sal was on as always and the dancer TrainWreck was off. OK, we watched her like you watch a bad horror film. You don't wanna but you still do. Like watching the needle go in when getting a shot. you know it's going to hurt but you can't avert your eyes.
Second week in a row the manager came over to see if there was anything we wanted, most likely because we were not watching the stage but searching for the waitresses. Kind of suspicious I guess, two guys looking around the room, casing the joint.
Next time we visit DJV as a duo we want the following Waitresses waiting for us: Lindsay, Rachel, Gabrielle, Mary, Maria, Evelyn...and to them we say: THANK YOU!!!
We went with high spirits, figuring that we'd be seeing at least a couple of our favorite waitresses. Arriving at 9:30, we were eager to see Rachel and Gabrielle. We entered...
Two waitresses. Neither are familiar though the one behind the bar gives us a huge smile as if she knows us.
We take our usual seats and the other waitress comes over. She's nice. They all are without exception but I've forgotten her name. A few minutes later the other waitress - the one who smiled at us - comes over and introduces herself: Maria.
Wow! Tremendous personality. Huge smile. Cute too. Maria - Welcome to the Dimm Brothers' Waitress Roster.
We question Maria bout who'd be on the 10 shift change. She wasn't sure except for maybe Lindsay (or is it, Lindsey? He DJV, how about a waitress RTRC sometime!).
10:00 rolls around. Maria goes off shift giving us a loud farewell from across the room. Nice.
In comes the 10:00 shift. Don't recognize her, nor her...is that Gabby? Nope. 4 new faces and 1 more...Lindsay!!!
One of the new girls comes over to check up on us. Sweet smile, super cute, petite. Nice to meet you too Evelyn.
But the burden of keeping the Dimms awash in cola fell to Lindsay and she took on that burden with an electric smile and unmatchable personality. That loud thumping wasn't the bass line of the song playing, that was our hearts pounding every time she walked by and smiled at us.
And when the Waitresss went to clean the stage...of all that is Holy...what a show!!! Lindsay simply climbing and cleaning the poles proved more appealing than the pro pole dancers.
Notice I don't mention the dancers? They were there too but we preferred watching Lindsay do her micro-shimmies. For sheer sexy we watched Lindsay and Evelyn. Sorry dancers. The Waitresses have you beat.
When we left we tipped Lindsay nicely for making our final DJV run memorable.
The DJ Sal was on as always and the dancer TrainWreck was off. OK, we watched her like you watch a bad horror film. You don't wanna but you still do. Like watching the needle go in when getting a shot. you know it's going to hurt but you can't avert your eyes.
Second week in a row the manager came over to see if there was anything we wanted, most likely because we were not watching the stage but searching for the waitresses. Kind of suspicious I guess, two guys looking around the room, casing the joint.
Next time we visit DJV as a duo we want the following Waitresses waiting for us: Lindsay, Rachel, Gabrielle, Mary, Maria, Evelyn...and to them we say: THANK YOU!!!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Deja Vu - The Spell Recast
Saturday night.
After Thursdays yawner at DJV we decided to go somewhere else, that we had ignored our duties as benevolent club reviewers too long. With absolutely good intentions we get in the MorleyMobile and head towards the Van Nuys Spearmint Rhino. Time: 9:20.
For whatever reason the traffic on the 101 towards Van Nuys wasn't moving and we're getting antsy. Time: 9:35.
Shit. What are we antsy for?
And it hits us. At DJV the waitresses change at 10:00. We wanted to see which waitresses were going off shift and which were coming on. We figured, saturday night, at least one of our three favorites (Rachel, Gabrielle, or Mary) had to be there.
Screw the 101. We veer on to the 405, blast up to Sherman Way, and scream for traffic to move aside. We were on a mission.
We get there at 9:50 and the place is definitely more lively than it was on Thursday. But first the waitress rolecall:
Mary? Nope.
Rachel? Nada.
Gabrielle? Not in sight.
Uh, oh. Will this be another Thursday? We take our now usual seats off to the side and wait to be served. Wait. Wait. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. Waitresses are around. We can see them. they just never come to our area. 15 minutes. What the hell?!? We both showered this week.
Finally at the 20 minute mark we get helped by...she never said her name...but cute and friendly. Fine, whatever.
We watch the dancers. Hey, unlike Thursday, we can name some of them: HennesseyCharms or maybe it's CharmsHennessey - not too sure. Nikki. Jane. Zoe. Mia.
That's an improvement.
Another waitress comes by to check on us. She looks very familiar. Big smile.
"I'm Mary's cousin." she says.
"Lindsey!" we say in unison.
"Everything OK?" she asks.
"It is now," we reply and it was. She lightened up the evening and helped recast the spell that is DJV. Now we have four favorite waitresses.
Highlights:
Raine should be called Thunder for the electricity she brings. Enough said.
One more thing about Raine...she's exotic looking and it was driving Morley nuts to know where she was from.
Raine: "Fresno."
Yeah, that's pretty exotic.
The Manager came by and introduced himself, letting us know if there was anything we needed. That was a nice appreciated gesture.
No TrainWreck!!!
Lowlights:
We asked the Manager about Never Tame and he said she had injured her side, couldn't dance. We wish her a speedy recovery.
The AC wasn't up to par.
The music was way too loud and added to the heat.
By the time we left at 1:30, DJV was packed and hopping, reminding us again why it's tops in the Valley. But the next time we go out it will be to someplace new. Really.
After Thursdays yawner at DJV we decided to go somewhere else, that we had ignored our duties as benevolent club reviewers too long. With absolutely good intentions we get in the MorleyMobile and head towards the Van Nuys Spearmint Rhino. Time: 9:20.
For whatever reason the traffic on the 101 towards Van Nuys wasn't moving and we're getting antsy. Time: 9:35.
Shit. What are we antsy for?
And it hits us. At DJV the waitresses change at 10:00. We wanted to see which waitresses were going off shift and which were coming on. We figured, saturday night, at least one of our three favorites (Rachel, Gabrielle, or Mary) had to be there.
Screw the 101. We veer on to the 405, blast up to Sherman Way, and scream for traffic to move aside. We were on a mission.
We get there at 9:50 and the place is definitely more lively than it was on Thursday. But first the waitress rolecall:
Mary? Nope.
Rachel? Nada.
Gabrielle? Not in sight.
Uh, oh. Will this be another Thursday? We take our now usual seats off to the side and wait to be served. Wait. Wait. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. Waitresses are around. We can see them. they just never come to our area. 15 minutes. What the hell?!? We both showered this week.
Finally at the 20 minute mark we get helped by...she never said her name...but cute and friendly. Fine, whatever.
We watch the dancers. Hey, unlike Thursday, we can name some of them: HennesseyCharms or maybe it's CharmsHennessey - not too sure. Nikki. Jane. Zoe. Mia.
That's an improvement.
Another waitress comes by to check on us. She looks very familiar. Big smile.
"I'm Mary's cousin." she says.
"Lindsey!" we say in unison.
"Everything OK?" she asks.
"It is now," we reply and it was. She lightened up the evening and helped recast the spell that is DJV. Now we have four favorite waitresses.
Highlights:
Raine: "Fresno."
Yeah, that's pretty exotic.
Lowlights:
By the time we left at 1:30, DJV was packed and hopping, reminding us again why it's tops in the Valley. But the next time we go out it will be to someplace new. Really.
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