Post #281459 by naugatiki on Sun, Jan 28, 2007 9:05 AM

I was a college student a few years after that and while most of my peers went to the upscale hostess bars down Keeaumoku they always seemed too safe and uneventful there for my tastes so I found myself drawn towards the Hotel St. strip. After a few sour experiences including a bar where my drink ended up in a bikers possession every time I made a trip to the restroom and him waiting for me to do something about it. I ended up in a bar Called Club Hubba Hubba. I’ve always admired this place from afar with it’s neon sign and faded black & white photos of girls who may have danced there in the 70s but still had their pinups on the outside often with strategically placed adhesive stars similar to the ones put on a child’s perfect homework assignment.

While the dancers at the gentleman’s clubs on the Keeaumoku strip might have found them face to face with foldout girl visiting from Hollywood the women at Hubba Hubba were long past their prime and one of them was a dead ringer for Rossanne Barr who would often stop in mid-dance to smoke a cigarette. On one occasion I met up with Kitten Natividad and still have a photo of her from the experience that may not be suitable for this forum. She gave me a little trivia about Russ Meyer that was kind of blue.

It couldn’t be beat for atmosphere with its thick red upholstered booth with several of them were divided by wooden beads with a few velvet paintings on the wall all surrounding a stage with glitter on the sides and cardboard cut outs that looked like it was part of a 6th grade production of Oliver. I got beaten up twice there and was even followed to an ATM and nearly robbed by two guys but have no regrets. I blame the demise of this Hotel St. on the crack problem of the area for shutting this and similar places since it upped the ante and forced people to do something about it. Too bad.