The City Attorney’s office has asked the King County Superior Court to shut down Jiggles, the strip club on Roosevelt in the University District that opened in the spot where Giggles used to be (see Strip Club Coming the U District). Zoning law requires that “adult entertainment” facilities be located at least 800′ from schools, child care center, community centers, public parks or areas where children may congregate. According to the complaint (and confirmed by anyone who knows how to read a map), Jiggles is 60′ away from the University Child Development School, 569′ from the YMCA, 716′ from University Heights Center for Community and its child care facility, and 788′ from a public park.
Bob Davis (previously the owner of Giggles, and now of Jiggles) plans to fight the city, and may remain open while the court proceedings continue, but we’d say it’s not worth dropping off an application for a summer job, if you see what we mean.
Shifting our gaze from jurisprudence to pure prurience, let’s ask the question on so many minds: how is Jiggles as a strip club?
Unfortunately (at least for the purposes of this article), we have not had the opportunity to attend, so we turn to one of our nightlife correspondents, who we’ll call S. (because the veil of anonymity lends the story a certain je ne sais quoi, don’t you think?).
S., who had the pleasure of an evening at Jiggles several weeks ago with a group of friends, reports that it’s just about what you’d expect from a strip club in Washington State, if you knew what to expect from a strip club in Washington State: there’s a stage with mirrors and a pole, a barrier to separate the stage from the chairs and tables surrounding it, private booths with suspect carpeting in the back and a bar serving Thomas Kemper root beer and sodas. Entrance is $10 ($5 student discount and active military are free).
The girls ran the gamut: athletic pole-dancers with lots of fancy tricks (no, not that kind of trick!) all the way down to an apparently opiate-addled woman with a limited and intermittent ability to stand. Courtney, the manager on duty that night, was happy, eager to please the group, and upbeat on the establishment (“the best place strip club I’ve ever managed”, the twenty-something manager reportedly declared).
So, there ya go, folks. Get your jiggling in while it lasts, because our money says it won’t.
(Robot Pole Dancer photo, by M1K3Y, sadly has only thematic relevance to this article)