If you thought the days of strip clubs blasting Xtreme Rawk stripper pole standards such as Buckcherry's "Crazy Bitch" were well behind us in the 503, you haven't been to UJs recently. You give the people what they want, which, on an average Friday night, happens to be Coors Light and Korn. The taps are acceptable, with a few Deschutes and Bridgeport varieties on offer during a recent visit, but look out for the $1.50 charge that accompanies every swipe of your credit card. The upside is, of course, the girls. The space is a functional L-shape with a stage on each end and a bar in the middle, lending perfect sight lines from any vantage point, and the place is consistently overstaffed with eager young ladies who mingle with patrons like it's just another night. A good time is to be had whether or not you're in Union Jacks' current target demo of alt-rock bros with discretionary income and embellished denim, and the dancers make it work in a slightly aggro East Coast kind of way you're not likely to find at the predominantly mellow strip joints that populate inner Portland.
Entertainment: Aside from Sassy's and the Kit Kat Club, Union Jacks has the deepest and most diverse bench of ladies within a stone's throw of the Willamette.