Duane M.
Yelp
Oh Lordy... where to start.
Okay, first of all, BJ (which is the only name you will see on the outside, even though the Roosters is still part of the name) is located right next door to the Tara theater. Quite an interesting location, as it is in a retail shopping park, so it kind of sticks out a little in my opinion. I guess you can pop into Publix to get some tic tacs after hitting the bar?
Now for the skinny on the establishment. I went with some friends to BJ Roosters (which, how much gayer could you get than basically naming something Blow Job Cocks?) one Friday night for a friend's birthday, and I was a little taken aback by his initial proclamation that there may or may not be strippers that night. Great. And guess what; there were strippers that night. I am a lucky person, eh?
Well, if you don't know me, you will at least know this about me now; I am not a big fan of strippers. They make me uncomfortable. If you like them, and that is your thing, FANTASTIC! I am happy for you. In fact, here, take the attention that they want to lavish on me; you can have it. Boys in their undies gyrating in a bar above me while I order my vanilla vodka and diet just doesn't "work me up", if you know what I mean.
That being said, and since it was for my friend's birthday, I braved the crowded, tiny bar area, and managed to get a bartender's attention and ordered a drink. Hey, alcohol solves lots of problems, and it sure as hell is the only thing that was going to fix this situation. Now, this is where things improved; the bartender was gorgeous. Seriously, I was lusting after him all night. He was very attentive and a great bartender too. If I go back, I really hope that he is there. Anyway... I am getting distracted. Where was I? Oh yeah! (BTW, the Bartender accounts for 2 of those stars... )
So, the bar is kind of small, and the smoke is THICK. The bathrooms are kind of smelly (like bleach), and the bar is just, well, interesting. The crowd tends to be much older, and there was a lot of voyeurism and "selling it" if you know what I mean. No, I don't think that they were sex workers, but I wouldn't be surprised if some of them asked guys to meet them outside.
Fortunately, I made it out that night unscathed. The drinks were strong, and I had a good time with my friends. I would NOT go to this bar alone, and probably would not go again without being dragged there; again, strippers... not my thing. However, if that IS your thing, you are in luck, because this is the place for you. They don't get all of the way naked, which made me a little more comfortable, but whatever.
It was quite fun to watch the one tweaked out twink (ha!) try and dance on the bar all night long... there were MANY moments when we were wondering if he would just fall off of the bar, but alas, that did not happen. Hey, at least there was some entertainment... perhaps this place isn't so bad after all? Nah, it's pretty tragic, but it is an experience that I guess I am glad that I have under my belt. It definitely was an interesting night; and how many times can you say that about just a regular night on the town??