Club Super Sexe

It's always a bad sign when the first girl you see when you walk in has a belly that sticks out further then her boobs do.

I showed up with some friends, and we paid the cover to get in. The door guy took our tickets and then introduced us to another bouncer who said we had to pay additional to get a table. I told him we didn't want a table but he said we had no choice and he charged us a few bucks a head to get seats. When he walked us in there were no seats available so he put us next to an empty stage. I asked for our money back and he said no. As the man was larger then me, as was his companion, and i was on foreign soil, i let it go. A waitress then came over and told us we had to order drinks. No one had mentioned that when we paid the cover charge of course. We sat there for about 15 minutes and watched a procession of mostly fat and ugly girls come ask us if we would like lap dances. That was all we really needed, and we headed for the door.

We didn't experience the lap dances so i can't comment there, but the place looked seedy, the girls were gross, and the drinks were watered down. I would avoid this place like the plague.

World famous? I think not. What a disappointment!

For every 18 y/o boy, Super Sexe is a must. One star for being an original, one-time experience.

How to get the most for your money: There is no way around the cover charge, which is usually about $5. Go in the warmer months so you can avoid the mandatory coat check ($2.50?). Go during the morning/early afternoon for the free BRUNCH. You have to have a drink in front of you or they kick you out, so just buy a beer and drink it slooow.

If you follow this easy formula you will be laughing triumphantly with a face full of mashed potatoes and a post-menopausal stripper gyrating apathetically in your lap telling you all about her grandchildren who go to Concordia.

Bliss.

Russ and I ventured in here on a Saturday Night (Labor Day weekend) after taking down some fine beers at a Montreal establishment. I was admittedly nervous as that I had chickened out last time I went to a strip club with Russ (I had told him I'd buy him a lap dance and did not) -- since Russ is about teh boobs -- I had to find the most curvacious, buxom woman in Super Sexe and I found her.

All I can say is VaddaVoom. She was all real and yay, not a total stick figure. After drinking about 2 over priced Heineken's, I finally had the courage to ask her "So, if I wanted to buy my boyfriend a lapdance from you, could I watch?"

Well, not only could I watch, I could join in on the fun. Apparently we had options, we could sit with all the college kids about to rocket off through their jeans getting lap dances in the bull pen.... orrrrrrrrrrr........we could go upstairs.

::looks over at pathetic guys with their eyes rolled back in the heads:::

Upstairs we go!

After hearing what Chris Rock said about the Champagne room, I was wary, but decided to take the hit and Russ and I followed her up into the depths of the back stair case. The second floor was full of large black men who demanded we pay them "Entrance Fees" -- And we did, then we paid another guy -- and then, we got a private room alone, more expensive, but I didn't want to sit in the same room as Mr. Upskirt laying on the ground of the strip club while as dancer danced over him. Maybe next time?

So, there we were. The two of us with our buxom, blonde, double D'd new friend. After explaining the rules, she danced, and by danced I mean straddled us drunkenly (and nakedly) for a long, long time.

I mostly laughed a lot. It was totally surreal.

Way more expensive that she said, but hey, I'm not arguing with the girl -- you can't really put a price on that crazy experience -- and now I know, there is really no sex in the champagne room -- hell there is no champagne in the champagne room -- just big black guys and understandably drunk (albeit seriously hot) strippers.

For those of you who are afraid of places like this, it honestly wasn't so bad. Lots of young college faces (maybe kids from McGill) and a handful of couples. Oh, and if you're interested in only the dancers on stage, they were pretty good, def. a conversation piece and hey, it's Montreal, eh?

So it's safe to say, this is tourist central...or maybe bachelor party central for everyone from the US who's in Montreal. The facility is large, the girls are pretty good looking, and the private dances definitely go further than most places in the US. Prices are pretty much on par with the states at $20/song, but it's also annoying you have to pay an extra fixed cost which I guess goes to the house each time you get a dance (i.e. it's $20 to get access upstairs for a dance with a girl but each song costs $20, so dances essentially start at $40 for one song.)

Anyway, there's good reason why every American who ends up in Montreal knows of this place!

This establishment is closed. I was in Montreal in Sept, 2016, so this is about as reliable information as you're going to get.

Club Super Contact, sister club of Super Sex is also closed. It's owned by same person. New tax law in early 2016 may have had something to do with it. Also, not reporting all money made doesn't help!

Go to Chez Pare. Women are hot! Tip your bouncer 2 dollars upon entry. Don't get frustrated if some women ignore you. It could be that you're sitting next to someone who doesn't believe in deodorant. Happened to me last Thursday, came in Friday and talked to 12 strippers that night. They knew guy, he smells, but is a local regular. Was packed that night and I couldn't move.

Be prepared to drop good amount of money. Drinks are about 8 dollars, more expensive for drinks you buy for strippers and always tip waitress and bartender. They remember you whether you are a good tipper or a douche!

The days of happy hour, because of law requiring the receipts you get with drinks, are very few. Mostly during week. None on weekends anymore! Sorry guys.

Remember, when getting dances, the norm is you pay 5 dollars to go in back and it's 15 per song, not entire time you're in the back. Strippers keep count. You should too. Strip clubs are run by the mob, remember that when you go there and announce you're an American and you're not going to pay.

I've been going for years and very, very recently a 21 year old punk ran up a 200 tab with a girl and was rude, inappropriate and announced he is from the US and will do as he pleases. He was taken in a room, came out with a better attitude and had 200 less than when he went in room. Remember, you are in another country and please, for the love of god, stop yelling I'm an American! No one gives a Fk and there's nothing special about a 21 year old screaming that.

I've talked to allot of Canadiens in the establishments and they all say the same thing. You look and sound like a douchebag and I have to agree! Now, that said, go have fun!

This was my first strip club! I was dragged here by a villainous lady friend that we'll call Sue one Saturday night. Alright, to be fair I was curious so I wasn't putting up much of a fight.

Big burly men keep asking you for money as you make your way up the stairs through a series of dark rooms until you finally make it into the club. There you are strong-armed into buying expensive crappy beer every twenty minutes or so by impatient waitresses.

At first things were fine and we discussed the political sexuality of the strip club and the surprising diversity of body types with the dancers. I was surprised to see many of the patrons were groups of young men and women. The clientele isn't nearly as sketchy as the place was which is good.

Sue doesn't drink but waitresses kept coming by to make sure we were buying drinks so we wouldn't get kicked out. Being against wastefulness and being more than a little nervous I drank it all. All that cheap beer hit me at once.

Next thing you know I am tearfully telling Sue all about losing the love of my life (which apparently is my first girlfriend). I think Sue may have offered to buy me a lap dance or at least go halfsies on one in an effort to cheer me up. I don't think I could hear her over my tipsy self-flagellation. I am lucky Sue even talks to me anymore.

So why one star? I don't know if it is normal strip club etiquette to be constantly shaken down for money. But at times employees and waitresses were downright rude about it. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by a tacky business model in what is at the very least a tacky industry. But somehow I still was. I don't think it helped that none of the girls could really dance.

This place is phantom mezza-mezz, the chicks are hot in this club that is for sure, however this place has sleazy Italian mob scene written all over it.

First, although they "don't charge a cover" we were told we HAVE to tip the bouncer a minimum of 3 dollars for him leading us to our seats, which were at the bar because when we got there it was EMPTY, literally we were the only ones..awkward.

So we sit down and get some drinks, pretty expensive but its what I expected. We get our drinks and are approached by some female bloak. She is nice, a little too nice if you ask me, she tricked me into getting her a drink, which she didn't even like, so I drank it. Eventually people end up showing up and we take a seat closer to perverts row so we can see the females vagine up close and personal.

Eventually some peeler makes her way my way and sweet and dirty talks me into taking her to the backstage area for some dances contact.

I am told I need to pay a onetime entry fee of 20 dollars so I can use the "private rooms" okay whatever, charge me the 20 dollars. I must say she gave a great lap dance, I cannot complain, my hands were everywhere, and she got fully nude and showed off her piercings which were nice. Especially her cl*t piercing. I wish she allowed me to fully explore that region of her body, but no dice. She did however get within 6 inches of my face and went to town on herself for a minute or so. Overall it was a great lap dance.

The club is a tourist trap but it is what it is, the girls are hot, the food was nasty, and the dj was French, all in all worth a go of it when visiting Montreal.

It's a strip club that seems to run the gamut from being really awesome (weekend nights) to really dull (weekday nights)

i dragged Peter G there over the summer in my never ending quest to corrupt the young lad, and was annoyed to find out that there was a 2 drink minimum per person. Back when I drank this was not a big deal, but being as I can't anymore, poor Peter G had to take 2 for the team (well 4) and drink my drinks as well as his own. This resulted in a quick decline from "wow this is interesting" to "baaaaawwwwww" on his part.

one thing i noticed (and was annoyed by since I wanted to buy him a lap dance) is that the strippers never came over to our table...i'm guessing it was since we were a mixed gender couple, because they were all over the tables that were populated only by men. that was annoying since i couldn't really leave my morose compatriot behind to hunt down a diversion.

as for the club, it is large, has multiple stages, the dancers run the gamut from really thin to rubenesque and from barely moving to "i wonder if they are trying out for cirque de soliel"

This place would be a billion times better if the girls wore a coin purse around their waist or just let the guys use the coin-slot since Canada doesn't have dollar bills. Fun nonetheless.

When I was 18... this was like Yankees Stadium and the Playboy Mansion rolled up in one.

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