Got tossed out of 5 by a couple of very large fellows one forgettable, hazy night in the early ‘80s. Apparently there was a rule forbidding patrons from joining the dancers on stage. Who knew?? It wasn’t posted anywhere!
I am sure everyone has or knows someone with a Number 5 Orange story.
The first (and best) Top Gun had just opened. My late (deceased wife) had no desire to see the movie. I wandered across the street and asked my neighbour Wally( a Queens Engineer from the '60s) if he wanted to come with me. Yes, of course he was in and he brought along his son Andy.
I learned in the car that it was Andy's birthday and had become alcohol eligible that day.
After Top Gun Wally says to me , "You know, if you are ok with staying out a little later I would really like to take my son out for his first beer".
Then he adds, "if you guys promise not to tell Anne (his wife) let's go to a Strip Club". Now Wally graduated from Queens Engineering in the mid to late 60's in Ontario when the dancers wore Pasties and G strings.
He then said "what strip club should we go to?" Andy looks at me like I am the expert.
Now my experience with Vancouver Strip Clubs up to then was having to host Actuaries to the buffet lunch at the Marble Arch in order to build business relationships . My therapist thinks we are making progress on working through those traumatic days .
Wally says, "Is the Number 5 Orange a strip club?"
We get there, park the car, and walk up to the front door. Wally says to Andy , "Get your ID out Andy , they ask at these places, especially when you are so young looking. (Andy was apparently considered by the young women on the street to be "dishy").
We walk in the door and the two girls working squeal. "Andy!!" and lay some serious sugar on him.
I look over at Wally and say, " I don't think today is Andy's first time in a Strip Club."