Exotica
240 NE Columbia Blvd Portland, OR 97211Phone: (503) 285.0281
Located in: Northeast Portland - Visit Website
BarFly's Review of Exotica
Bangers, Blazers and bloggers alike frequent this NE strip club for the dancers, arguably Portland’s finest, more than the comedy nights or shrimp cocktails, but good to see the titty bars branch out all the same. With a futuristic sleekness, multiple stages, flair-fueled bartenders and hot tubs available for private parties, there’s worse ways to spend the rent check.
The $5 steak was totally worth it. However, the dancers all seemed just uninterested in being there and frankly not that happy about taking off their clothes and dancing around. Which might be reality, but that's not why anyone goes to a strip club. Also there were 3 stages but only one of them had someone on it (I was there before 8:30, so maybe that's why) and when the one hot girl I wanted to see dance wasn't up next, I bailed. There were lots of hot strippers but instead of stripping, they were just kind of sitting around looking not happy to be there.
Hello, to me exotica is all about the people. At my highs and lows the community of people that frequent this club have allways been there for me, whether its the bar-staff or the unique security team. There allways there to chat or to enjoy sharing short stories with.
If you ask me its an environment that is Unlike any out there. I hope to SEE YOU there !
RIDER...
nothing special, got a private dance ... she started in the middle of a song, didnt get fully nude and then tried to get me to buy another dance. bleh
I'm headed back to Portland in a few weeks on business and thought I'd check out the strip club reviews to see where my buddies and I should stop by. I should note, that Exotica was and still is number one on my list since my first visit back in early May, I thought I'd give my 2 cents since the most recent reviews seem to be iffy. I'll start by saying that I went in with two buddies of mine and we had an absolute rockin time. While, yes, we were "hassled" by a few mediocre looking dancers upon are arrival, if was the cream of the crop dancers, that sat, chatted, had a couple of drinks before asking the inevitable question. One was a raven haired, porcelain skinned Filipina/White mixed girl with a tight petite body, small perky breast and a tight little butt, the other was Cuban/Brazilian brown skinned beauty with the amazing Brazilian body you only hear about. Great big, round breast and the best strip club rear to date. But what I appreciated about these dancers is they weren't at all pushy, and didn't do the usual "Wanna dance?" after 3 seconds sales pitch, which is probably why I ended up spending quite a bit of money on each one back there in the "VIP" room. Dances are not illegal by any means, but defintily worth it, lots of grinding, and THEY can touch you, you can't touch them, at least with the two dancers I bought from. BUT, the subpar dancers were offering other things, although I wasn't interested. Our waitress wasn't attractive by any means, short and chunky, but very nice and funny, food was great for the price. Only drawback was that the music was at ear splitting levels, but I suppose after a while you get use to it, although the dancers complained about it as well. We'll be going back here in a few weeks.
Okay where to begin? First off I was put "on the list" and was able to bypass the cover charge so my friend and I (yes the same one from the Cabaret II review) were off to a great start!
We sat near the back. Far enough to not be near the lame softcore porn on the TV's with shitty reception. You read right. The tvs have some fuzz/grain like if you were using some shitty antenna for your tv. Our waitress was a sight for sore eyes. I have a thing for thick girls. Women with curves. This girl was the thickest in the joint with breasts over flowing and rockin some black skirt with her thick thighs showing, lets just say i was put in a good mood. The drinks were adverage. Not too much booze not enough booze.
Later I ordered the steak and fries. 4.99 for 8oz. Didnt taste bad at all. Then out of the blue someone put their arms around me and began rubbing my chest. I turned around and it was a very pretty faced black girl. She pinched and rubbed not only my chest and nipples but my friends as well. Even after I told her she was very pretty just "not my type". Then of course instead of moving on she began to ask what my "type" was. BLAH BLAH. Then wanted me to buy her a drink. I asked her what did she have in mind, she said a shot of Patron. Again I protest. Tastfully. After rubbing my cock through my jeans and my friends, she said she was going outside and like in the Terminator, said she'll "be back". I didnt worry I knew I wasnt interested. Then moments later another skinny thing walks up and sits down. She asked my name I said Igor. She looked at me like "what the fuck?" and I said asked her name "Houston". And I gave her a look like, what the fuck name is that then. She smiled like I caught her. Then it hit me. She asked what I do....BAM! Her breath. Unholy christ! She had some fuckin breath. I told her we were doctors and my friend answered one of her bullshit WHO-CARES questions and also got a whiff. I bought the chick a drink just to quench that breath. She left later and the black chick hadn't returned yet so we bounced before these pushy broads really annoyed me. The place was "OKAY" but the third stage by the mens room was vacant. And the other stages were so fuckin dark I think it was a ploy to get you to move closer, therefor tip! So the lighting sucked ass. Other than that, it was okay. Got a free dick rub out of it. Also THERE WAS NO ILLEGAL ACTIVITY GOING DOWN, it was a rub over the pants. Not down. Just fuckin weird having another chick pinching my nipples and rubbing my chest and not my girlfriend.
Also some chick popped up and said she wrote a column in the new edition of EXOTIC mag. and put a copy down on the table. I thought I would humor her and ask for an autograph. She was more than pleased and did. She signed her name as Dirt Bag or Dirt Shot, Dirt Star something like that. I dont know if Dirt Star is another word for ASSHOLE but as least she looked cute with good breath. And she was fully dressed when she stopped to chat.
After getting buzzed and buyin the breath chick a drink (sex on the beach) total came out under 55. Not bad. Not the best place I've been so far, but a couple of the perks were nice.
I was casually looking over these reviews, and thought that I should weigh in. I think some people may have a negative opinion of Exotica based on past experience. In the last year, I have seen an influx of beautiful girls and the pimps and hustlers have mostly been cleared out. The management and staff have worked very hard to clean up the clubs image, both by eliminating trouble makers (dancers and regulars alike) and by updating the interior. With more remodeling planned over the next few months, those of you who haven't checked it out in a while may want to stop by and give it another chance. And I would suggest coming on a weekend night when its really happenin. Going to a strip club at 3pm on a monday (ANY strip club) is not going to leave a great impression as far as entertainers go. Most clubs put the B team girls on in the day, and let the really hot girls work nights.
I have been a returning patron of Exotica for the past few years, every weekend if not more often. I go to all the local clubs, have for years, and must say Exotica has been one of the few that can stand the test of time. This place is like walking into Vegas. The atmosphere alone is way ahead of anything else in Portland, clean and modern. They have the widest selection of hot girls from around the world- literally- that I have seen yet. Top that off with a few recent changes in wait/bar staff, the place keeps getting better!! I now always find myself greeted and treated with professionalism from the time I walk in, through my stay. They run a pretty smooth operation from what I have seen lately. Management must be doing something right, because the staff is always at the top of their game! Although I don't have to deal with management on a personal level, seems as though the last review was written by someone with an obvious personal issue. (Speaking of coked out, what are YOU doing at 7:20 A.M. besides writing hate mail on the internet??? Hmmmmmm?) Ha ha kind of ironic. So hope you all enjoy my updated, realistic, review of my favorite club!
Maybe if one of the managers (hint: name rhymes with "party") didn't act like a schizoid coke addict things would run smoother here.
The female manager rocks.
Out with the erratic asshole. In with real management.
I would say that the Barfly review is pretty dated. This club looks like it has seen better days and the girls, at least on the night I went were not Portland's finest. 3 stages going and $20 lap dances in the back. There were a few attractive girls but most like the club had seen better days. But the girls were very friendly and not pushy.
They have a good variety of girls. Nice couches for our group party. Drinks were average. A few girls not afraid to show everything.
I used to come here regular a few years ago but it has declined in talent and atmosphere so much over the past year I rarely check it out anymore when there are so many great places to spend my bux. The waitresses were the only hotties I seen inside the past few times. If you want to hang out with players, pimps and bangers and watch fat naked girls, this is your place.
Sandra is the Hottest! She is the best dancer in town. She gives the best table dances out of the six strip clubs I visit in a normal week. Great voice and kicking abs.
Loud, Smokey, Black lights, but the real turnoff was the $8.50 mixed drink Most of the dancers were cute and one, quite personable.
Good looking girlz but the scene can get very vibey. Lots of regulars, hookers and pimps and the occassional bangers. Our Blazers are sometimes seen as well. Drinks are very good, if spendy. The dancers are pros, meaning they will work hard to get all your money for fairly boring table dances. Amusing, in a sort of "exploit me" kinda way as a once-in-a-blue-moon. Honey of the Month events are worth attending.