From FWPD personnel to Clubland scenesters, the consensus is that the new strip club is gonna be awesome. Very few Cowtown joints – especially ones in impoverished, dangerous neighborhoods – get such good hype. Does the recently opened EC, on a rough patch of already-rough East Belknap, live up to the positive word-of-mouth?
Last Call visited the club during its grand opening a couple of weeks ago. The place looks like Fort Worth’s own little slice of “Vegas, baby” but not because it sits near the Chrome Grill roadhouse and Smoke Pit boob-becue (a shaved-ice stand would look like the Taj Mahal compared to those two “unassuming” joints). EC is simply beautiful – the purple crushed-velvet seats, the fancy wall mirrors, the VIP room’s smoked-out windows, the perfect lighting in which everything appears to be lit from either behind or beneath. The best part may be that the club is no bigger than a bomb(shell) shelter. Talk about intimacy.
Where EC could use some help is in (surprise) the dancing department. It’s not that the girls weren’t hot or sexy. Their demeanor was just a tad – how you say? – aloof. Even though the rest of the audience didn’t fare any better, my guests and I hung around for a while in EC and not one performer asked to give us a lap dance. The entire time, most of the hotties sat at the bar in a tight-knit group, smoking and drinking as if they’d already punched out and were enjoying anonymity in the comfort of their neighborhood Chili’s. Sorry, ladies, but if you wanna keep your shirts off in the skindustry, you’re gonna have to realize that the only thing that separates you from the zillions of beautiful naked women on the internet is your body heat. Once you forget that small but significant fact, your days are numbered.