Strip Club sets appealing table: J.D. Fratzke pushes the envelope with meat and more, with a big helping of fun. The next time I book a dinner reservation at the Strip Club, I’m going to ask for Table 14. It’s a doozy of a two-top, wedged into the prow of the restaurant’s slip of a balcony and accessed by a spiraling black iron staircase. Although it’s not exactly private, it somehow manages to feel that way, and it has a backdrop like no other, a twinkling panoramic postcard of the St. Paul skyline that is entirely unexpected and utterly captivating.
I’ve yet to read a bad review of the place, but this might be one of the best.
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