Good thing you can't judge a book by its cover, because Crazy Horse would otherwise be unlikely to draw many patrons in the front door. The strip club occupies an address in the panhandler-ruled wasteland that is Market between Fifth and Eighth streets, a location that suggests this could be the sort of place you make bad decisions you never recover from. Once you've paid your $20 cover charge and settled into the Crazy Horse's theater-style seats, however, a realization dawns: You're in a... More »
