Published December 07, 2010
The Mythical Pop-Up Strip Club
Benefit of the doubt, sure, we’ll give it. But every now and again something
comes across our desk that just seems... off. In the most intriguing of these situations, an investigation
is warranted, albeit a particularly skeptical one. We call it: Skeptical Investigations (copyright
It began on the Internet. Rumors. A place called Saint Venus Theater
. A club that’s over a
century old, has no physical address and exists purely in the name of erotica (or the ancient art of the lap
We heard things: uninhibited performances that might not be considered above board by the Strip Club
Association of America. Delivered by the girl next door. And accompanied by a huge plate of complimentary
baked ziti. Naturally, we had to investigate.
Here’s what you’ll find: an unassuming door. Fronted by a head-to-toe fur-clad bouncer. In his hand, a
list of invited members. Just say you’re there for the theater and move on.
A few steps inside, you’ll find a hostess. In a bikini. Collecting a $40 cover. Then you’re in: a small,
unremarkable bar, completely devoid of poles, pounding music or mustachioed emcees. Instead, a never-ending
stream of barely dressed girls-next-door will pass in and out of your view. Some in lingerie. Some enjoying
the ziti. All will be happy to see you.
The club is real. The girls are full of wisdom and life. And the rules are lax-to-nonexistent. Also, if you
like Italian food, well, this is your day...
Saint Venus Theater