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)
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I fail to see why an adult club with blacked out windows that does not serve alcohol is more detrimental to a community with schools and parks than the several bars on the same block that spew intoxicated patrons into the streets.
My only objection to this place is its characterization of its entertainment as “adult.” Way more “silly adolescent.” It is hard to see how a joint that does not admit children could have any horrid effect on a school which doesn’t even front on Roosevelt.
The name is kind of fun, but it doesn’t half compare with a place outside of Lafayette, Louisiana — “Galloping Jugs — Go Go Girls.” How’s that for truth in labeling?
Your reviewer kind of suggests that this spot will die of its own silliness anyway. Let’s not waste any city money on this when there are REAL problems.
#2. : what if it was located in your local business district and you had one of little businesses that could a few doors up or down? That is part of what matters to this part of the Roosevelt business community, clothes-on bars included. But the city throwing money at this guy AGAIN is tired. Doesn’t he have parents or peers to give him a quick ethics lesson?
Why do people insist on using “je ne sais quoi” to look intelligent? It means “I don’t know what”. So, the veil of uncertainty adds an I don’t know what? Very intelligent. How descriptive.
@Stone, the literal translation is “I don’t know what”, but as I’m sure you know, it’s actual meaning is different. http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/je_ne_sais_quoi has a good definition: “An intangible quality that makes something distinctive or attractive.”
So, appropriate here, I’d say. In any case, goal here isn’t to look intelligent, but to look playful. Whether I succeeded, je ne sais pas.