This place isnt bad for what it is: a sleazy place with sleazy girls, catering to sleazy customers, and I added myself to the list recently.The girl welcoming me outside was nominally cute, so I followed her in, knowing bjs are on offer here.
She started playing with my johnson and making out with me, which I reckoned merited a drink. I dismissed the other pushy, heinous-looking hags who were trying to extract drinks by clutching at my groin.
The cutie took care of me in the naughty corner, after I resisted her entreaties to take her upstairs for a proper seeing-to. I only wanted a bj, and negotiated a reasonable price for said service.
It is a one-star place, with two star girls, but I give it three stars for being true to itself and not trying to be more than what it is: a creepy dive where you can get serviced in the bar for less what it costs at AfterSkool, and with more privacy. View all reviews by Alan Smith ]]>
As a go-go, Joy is defintely not joyful. Three fat girls on stage and no customers on a late Monday night. But the prospect of a 95-baht beer and a drunk doorgirl huge natural chest pillows somehow convinced me to stay.
Door girl is sooned joined by a true slut of a hostess, who quicky dispensed with her panties. Busty door girl strips off the top and both bascially tag-team rape me. Sitting in the middle of the bar, they’re trading off swallowing as much of my little brother as they can, but stopping short of the grand finale to suggest a barfine.
When I make it clear there’s no way in hell I’m taking either of them, Big Bobbs points to bench seating in the corner where she offers to finsih her oral recital. I zip my jeans enough to aloow me stroll across the bar with some manner of modesty and then, five minutes later the deed is done, a pink note passed over and no one seems to much notice, other than Big Boobs, who with no place to spit, was bascially forced to drink the whole lot down.
So, if you thought Cocktail Club was the only place to get some late night plumbing done, now you have another option. View all reviews by The Ghost
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Not really worth the time. It was recently bought by the same owner as Suzie Wong’s and Shebas so it’s the same old same old but the lineup is less attractive. Unfortunately when owner’s monopolize these areas the service level goes down. The monopoly trend continues on Cowboy.
Thankfully there are bars like Baccara, Afterskool, Cactus, 5 star, and Shark to keep these bars from falling too much but similar trends in Nana and Patpong hurt those areas and I expect the same here.
The old Joy was horrific so it was an upgrade but nothing special here. View all reviews by pmmp
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It had been a long time — probably 18 months — since I’d been there. It was always small, dark and bit unpleasant, but I used to know a little girl from Burriram who danced here and could always make me laugh. Now it’s an ‘attack’ bar, I sat down and in seconds there were fat and ugly (one of each) girls rubbing my tackle and demanding drinks. One girl, who thought I didn’t understand her insistent drink begging because I said ‘no’ a dozen times, asked a friend to translate the begging. I broke. I raised my voice and said, “I already told her ‘no’ twelve fucking times… now you can tell her ‘no’ again!”
JOY belies it’s name. The bar sucks. I hate these ‘hands on’ bars. It’ll be a long time before I return to Joy, and there’s a good chance that I never will. View all reviews by werewolf
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