So I was in San Fran. this weekend for a wedding, which includes a bachelor party. It starts off basically the same as all bachelor parties with a group of guys who have never gone out anywhere together packed together in a limo, heading for the big city.
Drinking, jokes, jukebox’s….. and then the club’s, strip clubs that is. We start out at one where there are three guys standing at the bar where full length trench coats and wide brim hats, right out of a 1920′s gangster movie. They were dressed like Bugsy, and Capone, and the girls, lets just say were not top notch, it cost 5 dollars to get in and it was in Chinatown. Nothing wrong with the location, it just… well looked a little weak!

One beer later we are back in the ride off to Mitchell Brothers. For the record, I have never been there nor do I think anything will be able to top the experience. As you walk in ($30 cover) you are given a plastic cup, for the free fountain soda, and led down a hall. Now, to the point, do you remember the film Requiem for a Dream, staring Jennifer Connelly, and the singer from 30 seconds to mars, more importantly do you remember the last scene with Jennifer? I walk into a room with two women on the floor on a blanket, surrounded by men holding illuminated batons and illuminating the “action”, and the “action” was not limited by a 10 foot law lets just say. Later on that evening a friend and I were propositioned while listening to LL Cool J, “going back to cali” a fully nude girl walked up and said ” I want to fuck you to LL.” If that is not prostitution, then call me naive. This truly makes Mitchell Brothers twbe, legal prostitution/stripclub in San Francisco. (scary).