I went to the strip club with Fetty Wap last week. Or, I should say, the famous N. More on that in a minute. The multi-roomed, 36,square-foot megaclub, the Jersey outpost of the NYC hotspot, was about as exciting as the buffet line until he showed up.
Here's how the night went and what to expect inside. The controversy. When the family-friendly Hard Rock bought the former Trump Taj Mahal, execs wanted to pull the plug on the T-and-A-fest that is Scores, but a court ruled the new casino would have to honor the club's unexpired lease.
The lawsuit said that Scores threatened Hard Rock's "ability to open on schedule and operate without impediment or potential denigration of its brand," but was dismissed in February. My brain does backflips trying to solve the riddle of why Hard Rock was so salty about inheriting this place. A strip club and an Atlantic City casino?
Give me a more organic pairing. The ocean and the shore? The parkway and traffic? Seagulls and boardwalk french fries? I mean, c'mon. The bad blood also means you have to search the entire casino to find the place, because Hard Rock doesn't have a single sign pointing you there. Commence the stripper hunt. The entrance to Scores inside the Hard Rock. Twenty freaking dollars each? On a Tuesday? Yup, that was the cover. When I got inside and the place was dead it was only 11 p. Note: There's some kind of "door pass" email offer on scoresac.
But before I could let that get the best of me, a super nice manager, Raphael, introduced himself and offered a tour. Disclaimer: No one at Scores knew I was coming to review the place. Away we went. Frank Weiss Courtesy of Scores. The sports bar.
