Not so much
I consider myself a dive bar enthusiast. Especially enticing are dive strip bars with pool tables. So when I heard about 92nd Street Club, I was thrilled. Unfortunately, this place is more dive than I can handle.
A crowd of ten huddled around the bar, leaving the rest of the place looking sadly vacant. Two lone rangers were at the one of three stages being used, one of whom seemed to sincerely appreciate the entertainment. Other than that, no one else paid much attention to the awkward stage show. There wasn't much dancing going on, just clumsy, disjointed pelvic thrusts and arm circles. I am an equal opportunity watcher; I have encountered a few large girls who are quite capable of being sexy. The girls here, while very sweet in disposition, do not fall into that category.
The staff is very friendly, although rather unprofessional. There was much shouting back and forth between the dancers and bartender about who was on stage next. Adding to the awkward discomfort created by the talentless dancers were the glaring bright lights beaming onto the pool tables and the too-low music.
While this place certainly has potential for being a tempting dive, there is something not quite right about it. It’s just plain depressing.