(Let’s face it. . .we all like guy time, but no one likes a sausage party. So before the Rant Pack looks too much like a Star Trek convention, let’s get a female perspective! Give a warm welcome to our newest blogger, Liz Dee!)

UNBELIEVABLE! To imagine, a morally upstanding establishment like the Ice House was in its hey day, proffering not only scantily clad eye-candy but also happy endings in the bathroom?! Where else could you see the goods on display and then actually seal the deal for a mere 1200 bucks?!

You know, I remember hearing something about a prison escapee 10-20 years ago who tried to use a passing train to cut off his handcuffs. He walked into the Ice House with a bloody stump and wasn’t allowed in; I can only presume it was because they were trying to protect patrons from any contagion his bodily fluids may carry? Talk about the pot calling the kettle!

Luckily, the history of the building won’t be forgotten, it’s being renovated into an art center for teens. I can only imagine they will be using the poles for easels…hell, all the good lighting is already focused there anyway!