I've been to JR's and the rest of "Charles clubs" and they are all the same: shitty bartenders, crappy service, over-priced drinks. I remember the $30 door fee for Madonnarama at SOBE and other youv'e-got-to-be-kidding-me prices this freak charges. He built his empire on the backs of Houston GLBT's pocketbook and returns barely a *speck* to it while demanding military-style loyalty to Him. I can't wait until JR's, the Mine, and Meteor close. Build a Walmart on top of it. I don't give a shit. The only club worth going to was Pacific Street (now Blur) with its sunken dance floor, cute hustlers, great drink prices, incredible bartenders and barbacks and darkened cubbyholes for having sex. Then, all of sudden it closed and we had no where to go. For the love of Pete. Now were inundated with crappy places like F Bar where the 20-something, brandwhores frequent, husband their martini's while blocking the doors to the restroom. Crocker is the only real bar left.