Plan B

To start off, negative zero. They charge you $ 10 each (minimum) for a fully-​clothed «strip club» when you could just go to any club and get a «dance show». Don’t waste your money here, doorman is a jerk and it’s not even worth a drink. Good luck. Basically, you pay for a strip club but they don’t even strip.

The girls here were pretty attractive. For LA it was a good representation. They also have food running pretty late. The prices for both drinks and food were reasonable. Most of the girls were cool. A few were a little too thirsty for your money and rude if you didn’t give it up. One girl strong armed me into buying her a drink then proceeded to leave immediately after she got it.
Overall positive experience though. Managers were very helpful and professional.

Fun atmosphere! Good stage setup! Great bar! Friendly and fun staff! Went here at 7 pm had some great pasta plates and wine! Enjoyed the shows and met some fun women! A lot more inviting vibrations resonating thru here than a typical strip club… private rooms and alcohol… def was a fun night! Would suggest over any other local club hands down!

Should be a zero stars. I came here on a Sunday eve and it was empty. Dancers looked like they did not want to be there and were super awkward when asking for dances. There were two stage dances in 40 minutes of being there, both of which were awful. Not worth the time.

Bar was nice, clean & comfortable. Drinks were expensive but my main issue is the dancer. My honey went up, sat in the front, took out money to tip her and she completely blew him off. Apparently she either does not need the $, or does not care for handsome, respectable, generous black men! We left shortly after… will never ever return. Not to mention it was a friday night and there were less then 10 ppl there. Epic fail on their part!

Wow… I’ve never been treated so fucking rudely my whole life… whover that is answering the phone on 1AM shift in this restaurant needs a serious attitude adjustment…

Why do you sell seafood at a strip club? Who wants to see strippers spread their legs and then catch a whiff of steamed fish? All I can think is someone got an infection up in here. I put the dollar bills right back in my pocket. But then I felt conflicted thinking «what if she needs money for penicillin?»
Besides that a lot of these girls are really skinny and need to eat something. They don’t go upside down on the pole. They show little motivation. I like upside down tricks and athletics. If that is what you are looking for don’t go on Thursday. But if you are looking for seafood I guess go on Thursdays.

They shouldn’t sell seafood for dinner here. I was so concerned that someone had an infection. :-(turns out the couple behind us ordered seafood. Please don’t sell seafood again. Or better yet don’t ORDER seafood here. It’s misleading and costs the dancers their money. Please be considerate.

I’ve been to Plan B countless times and, ashamedly, have spent more $ there than I care to admit or want to count, because Ill gouge my eyes out thinking about it.
First off, any negative reviews that are critical or disappointed for the ladies not being nude, well, that is just silly. I don’t expect to be served pizza at a taco stand.
However, if you want a pretty casual place that is a bit up scale and where you can just lounge around for a few drinks, the place is pretty cool.
There are and have been some pretty attractive girls there over the years, and, of course, some that have no business tending the bathrooms there. I honestly don’t know how they pay rent. Overall, the quality is pretty good and some wear some sexy outfits.
Dining– the best part about this place is they serve pretty damn good food, until late. This has manifold benefits. One, you can grab food late after going to a bar. And, most importantly, it is by far the best deterrent to telling the vacant robotic girls that you don’t want or can’t get a dance!. Yes, having food there will instantly send them walking. Or, you can just say its coming out and you’re starved. Some will try and get a dinner or drinks off of you, and their partners. But its still cheaper than being stuck in the back for 6 songs. Not to mention, getting dances where you can see the old guy across from you desperately run his hand on a girls all while getting a dance.
Not to be too frugal or sly, but it is a great technique to keep the constant vultures away. I swear, some of them are like the Terminator, they just wont die or take a freakin hint! But that is the case anywhere I guess.
That said, there have been plenty of ladies that have lured me in and eroded my resolve to get me in the back for a damn dance. or two, or seven… And, a few that made me spend more $ in that damn champagne room than I’ve spent collectively on Xmas gifts before. Just stay away from the champagne room, it isn’t as private as you’d think, or hope, and you have to pay xtra for the 6 ounce bottle of champagne. I suppose its a better value than getting a bunch of dances and having to keep telling her «another song».
Ultimately, it isn’t a bad place to go to just chill out and talk to some pretty hot girls and have a few drinks and a bite. But keep in mind, there are a lot of creepy old rich divorcees that spoil these girls (just look at the cars in front), so many ladies have an inflated ego and expectation working there.

Girls: pretty
Place: small
Bathroom. it’s ok.
Drink: HOLY. an arm and a leg
LapDance: could be better.. that girl is like dead fish. no moves. no smile
enough said there’re better adult entertainment…
Wonder why it’s called Plan B??? cuz plan A is always better. don’t need Plan B

I went there for my 21^st birthday, my buddies took me there. I WENT AGAINST MY WILL! just in case my ex fiancée reads this.
The caddies were not as strong since I had a few like 4 or 5. This is a bikini bar, not a strip club. I tried some steak for chow but don’t remember what it was since my buddy ordered it and it was really good because I ended up eating it all.
I gave a different name to the chicks there but they announced my birthday and my name so I was like D’oh! A chick there couldn’t stop laughing when that happened, it was priceless. I had a great time there, very classy! I ended up suffering the consequences for two entire weeks, so good luck!

This was indeed a Plan B… one of those «Hey you know what would be fun right now? Let’s check out a strip club!» Well, as others said, it’s not a strip club because they wear bikinis, and most of them didn’t wear anything else to take off. Because it’s not nude, they’re allowed to serve alcohol. We just drank beer so I can’t comment on the drinks.
It was a Friday night, but the place was almost empty and the girls barely put any effort into dancing. I wish the stage had been more central… we sat in a booth and were very far away. I also agree with Chris G who said it would be better as a bar with dancers than a pseudo-​strip club. It might have been more fun with pool tables and more stages or something.

PLAN B, it is definitely a Plan B to whatever the real plan was supposed to be that night.
I do believe that it is a BIKINI BAR and would do better if it didnt try and call its self a Strip Club. All girls look the same (Skinny, Brunette and small Tits).
I give it 2 Stars…
1^st star — for the Drinks; 2 for 1 drink special is a great deal and the food is decent.
2^nd star– Looks like it would be fun for a Game also, plenty of TV’s and a projection screen showing the game.
Do not go to this club expecting to see any kind of body parts on woman, they are all in bikinis or lingerie showing Absolutely nothing
Would i go here again?
NO
How can they fix it?
Put a pool table or bar games, and make it a Bikini bar with Less girls (Too Many girls sitting or standing around covered up)

So my husband and I attended a gallery opening one day and decided to try Plan B for dinner. Yes, it’s a strip club but it’s not too skanky or dirty like the strip clubs you see on TV. This was the first time I’ve been inside a strip club but I didn’t feel too weird or out of place.
We were one of the first few customers that day. The room is clean with a stage, bar area, booths, and «back area» for lap dances I’m assuming… We decided to sit and have cocktails and appetizers first.
* Mojito = pretty good, no sweetness added
* Plan B = their «fruity» drink… VERY strong
* Clam Chowder = YUM!!! Very creamy but not too thick. LOVED it.
* Shrimp cocktails = HUGE shrimp with cocktail sauce in the middle.
After a while, more customers came in… by the time we left, me and another lady were the only girls there but it really wasn’t uncomfortable… well, until a stripper started talking to me saying she wants to give me lap dances…
* NY steak and Roquefort salad = very good. Yummy yet healthy.
* Shrimp and filet mignon = This is the only dish we didn’t care for. We ordered medium rare and received well done. I mean really WELL DONE.
Overall, it was an interesting night. For $ 150, we enjoyed a very different kind of entertainment.
* Location = pretty convenient, plenty of parking.
* Food = pretty good but I wouldn’t order the beef again.
* Ambiance = very pleasant for a strip club
* Service = it was good. I think they didn’t want to approach us too much since we were a couple…

Only two heavenly looking women giving off pheromones like no one’s business have ever bought me drinks. To make matter’s better, both of these women were complete and utter strangers to me.
The first happened at a franchised bar in Glendale, Arizona (my hometown) called The Saddle Ranch. Yes, they have them here in LA too but because Glendale has one I have no reason to go the one on Sunset Blvd. There are four bars inside Saddle Ranch. I walked over to one of the smaller bars off to the side of the mechanical bull and stood next to five perky breasted women.
My opening line was, «What’s good to drink here?»
The woman next to me gave me the obvious once over as if I was a piece of meat. She was in her late twenties along with her friends. «Hey Jeremy, one more for him.»
The bartender served me a shot of something strong and fruity.
«What’s this?» I uttered.
«Who cares it’s good for you,» the beautiful woman replied.
We do a member’s only toast, swig the shots back, then she gives me a peck on the cheek and says, «Enjoy your night.»
I asked the bartender how much it was. «Dude, Shiela and her friends already got you dude. I don’t know what you did, but damn, a hot chick just bought you a shot.»
Sure as shit did. It’s an incredible feeling when an amazingly stunning woman or women buys a guy a drink. That’s the type of women’s liberation I’m talking about.
The last time a gorgeous women bought me drinks was a little over a year ago at a bikini bar called Plan B in West Los Angeles.
Please note, a bikini bar is not a strip club, but I have a strongly feeling there’s a lot more than just dancing in your trousers going on in the Champagne Room.
I felt quite ritzy walking past the collection of Maserati’s and Rolls Royces parked in front by the valet.
I’m not positive, but I’m pretty good at guessing that this was a Russian owned joint. Just like in the movies, it seems like all the Russians own «local establishments». (Of course, I’m not judging).
I went to Plan B on a dare. One day when giving a VIP movie lot tour to a friend who brought a friend, I might have bragged to her how I can hold my liquor. I was trying to impress her with my machismo. I believe I even lowered my voice to bass when saying this too and put out my chest hair. Her name was Charlotte, a Brazilian model from Sao Paulo.
«Come by the club tomorrow and we’ll see about that,» she said.
I noticed when in-​da-​club, the girls earned their bucks by the patron’s (men) buying them drinks. Personally, they’re too aggressive for me. That act reminds me too much of pushy diner waitresses or elementary school lunch ladies. I don’t need a fake friend for less than 60 seconds thankyouverymuch.
The talent is somewhat pretty, all in their early to mid twenties. Though there was a pole there wasn’t much pole dancing. The women just drop down their skivvies, shake their money makers to some strip club music and that’s it. NOTHING TO SEE HERE FOLKS.
Charlotte had a seat reserved for me right at the bar. «Hey! Hey! He’s with me,» she said as she shooed away some of the other women. «Hey Rose, let’s see how much you can tolerate. All drinks are on me tonight. You ever had a Hot Toddy?»
«Sure.»
“You haven’t had my Hot Toddy.“
I turn around to see the entertainment, turn back. «Cheers,» she says as she sips a Hot Toddy of her own.
It turns out I’m a light weight. An extremely light weight.
«Hey Rose, wake up. I’m going to make you something else. Wake up Rose,» she said as she put some kind of Jungle Juice in a tiki glass next to my slouching torso.
«Hey Rose, never lie to me. I can see right through the bullshit,» Charlotte said as she drove me home. «You’re even a lighter weight than me, and I get buzzed off of a glass of red wine.»
«What was the damage I did?» I managed to stutter.
«Rose, you fucking serious? Shit, I haven’t had this much entertainment while working since I started. Seeing you go from lucid to sleepy was priceless. I have stuff that could humble you for the rest of your life. Don’t worry honey, you paid me more than you know. No more drinks for you. Sleep tight,» she said as she dropped me off.

Mc Lovin says:
this ended up being plan E when some friends and I were looking to work on some projects with visual aides.
we were surprised by how productive we became after our visit.
great staff and ladies, the patrons here were friendly and respectful.

I think I was here the other night…
I’m pretty sure I had a good time…
I was mesmerized by lots of very fit looking booties, but I couldn’t help but think, where were the ta-​tas?
I really have no idea how to rate this place, being that Ive only been to 2 strip clubs in my life, and the fact that I’m a girl (I have no idea what guys look for when coming to these places, and I didn’t shell out a nickle, so I have no idea what anything costs here.)
Was it classy? I guess? I was honestly just totally caught up by the pole dancing and the upside down, and the twirling, and the level of fitness it takes to do some of those moves… I mean, I’m sure their pops don’t approve, but man, strippers got skills…

I came here on my birthday because my friends are extremely patient with me. It was a really great place to get a table and have a few drinks with the posse, but that whole stripping thing going on in the back was just awful.
If you’re curious what fake breasts look like but not curious enough to want to see them bare, this place is definitely for you my friend. If you prefer a girl to wiggle around the stripper pole like she’s too drunk to dance without a bit of support, sure, this is your show. But if you want to see some actual pole action, or a pair of nipples, I suggest skipping this entirely. Not only are they not fully nude, they aren’t even fully topless. This is a bonified bikini bar.
This place is apparently owned by the same people who run 4-​Play, who my main beef against is that they hire the same looking girl over and over. Well whereas 4-​Play has the waifish long legged brunette with the perky B cups, Plan B specializes in the short bubbly blonde with the fake tan and silicone Cs. I’m sorry, but there is no shape or size girl body that I want to see repeated all fucking night at the strip club, titty bar, or even my television. Frankly I can see more variety of slutty chicks on my facebook.
I did mean what I said about a cool place go get a couple of drinks, though.

Plan ‘B’ eh. I guess plan ‘A’ would be be anywhere but here!
2 stars only for the fact that it serves booze…
Bleh. I’m always critical of Strip Joints. They’re always overpriced with cover and drink minimums. By the time you leave you feel like a degenerate Black Jack player who lost his house in a bad sequal to the Hangover.
But I’ve had great experiences at Sam Alder Brau downtown, Crazy Girls and Body Shop in Hollywood, so I feel I’m still able to give an unbiased opinion.
I went with 3 girls. 2 who had never been to a joint. Should be awesome, right? Well cover on a Tuesday is $ 5. Fair enough, I wouldn’t have gone in had it been a dollar more, but certainly reasonable.
Granted it was a Tuesday night with hardly anyone in the crowd, but the girls dancing looked like they were about to OD on xanax. I don’t know why the pole was even there except to maybe hold them up.
No showmanship, no heart… no bueno!
I’ve read that they have busier nights and they serve killer food which is nice but I ain’t going back anytime soon. We bounced after a symbolic drink.
Maybe people come for the food?

I actually took a date to Plan B the other night (oh my God, we are THAT couple, and I am THAT girl) and was treated like a rockstar.
Indeed, a customer was giving ME $ 20 bills to stuff into his favorite dancer’s bikini on stage all night. I naturally obliged and was quite popular with the ladies for the remainder of the evening.
I see now why people fall in love with strippers — they’re soft, smell nice and never run out of compliments for you. The girls at Plan B are always HOT — but not trashy fake-​boobies hot. This may seem like a given, but I’ve been to strip clubs where the girls look a little rough.
I like to think of Plan B as the Four Seasons of bikini bars — complete with valet service, a red carpet entrance, flattering and dim lighting and amazing service.
Parking situation: aside from valet, metered street parking available on Pico.