2115 North Boomer Road
Stillwater, OK 74075
Payne County
Phone: (405) 377-7280
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The Gentlemen's Club for adult entertainment in Stillwater Oklahoma.
by Candice B. on They serve a martini mixed with tang, with a tang-rimmed glass. I think my review can end here. But I'll be thorough, and mention that I have done brunch, lunch, dinner, and late night on the roof-top bar (it was cold, though, and I was inside), and I have never, ever left disappointed or hungry. I know that by saying this I will anger the snapping jaws of Steven-Starr-Hate, but I love the atmosphere and I love the food. The french onion soup dumplings are quite possibly the most amazing things in the entire restaurant world, and there are plenty more things on the menu I would order three of. The brunch isn't the best in the city, but it's good. Lunch is always super-fast service, and I highly recommend the Green Submarine to every vegetarian out there. And if you go, take a visit to the bathrooms, because they're kind of fun too.
by Rob Zellars on Ah, MJQ, I knew you when. Back in the olden days, a mere pup in the basement of the Ponce Hotel, you grew up and moved down the street, transitioning from a literal underground upstart to venerable old man of the club scene. I, too, have aged with you, calling you first "MJQ" then "the Q" and now "the MJQ" with nary a trace of irony in my voice. It's been a long 13 years, hasn't it? Oh, occasionally we still see each other. The faces in the crowd may have changed, but the people are still much the same as back when Bill (both Clinton and Campbell) was in office. They were emo and tat'ed back when it meant something, they'd tell you....well, if they had invented the word emo back then. But I see you've grown more inclusive since the days that the doorman would tell frat boys who wandered in from Buckhead you were a gay club. Now I see you happily taking money from all, image be damned. You've been around for so long now, you've earned that right. You're the most racially mixed club I've seen in town. That's a good thing. Your Wednesday night still packs them in as my aged, sell-out ghost dances your floors; my physical self slumbering away. (Memories of those Wednesday nights still make me grin and shudder.) Your drinks are still reasonably-priced even as everything else rises out of control. You're still kind of grimy, kind of scummy, but you wear it well. (I've had the unfortunately experience of seeing you with the lights on and I forgive you.) So stay who you are, MJQ. Continue to welcome the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe cigarette smoke. And on the rare days when both the mind and body are willing, I'll see you there, struggling on the dance floor, trying not to break a hip.
