Went on a weekday and was dead. Only 4-5 girls average looking. The one decent type was only looking for private shows. When on stage they were talking ans playing with their own guy who was giving them dollars which was obviously free for him. They were not doing any shows or interested in dancing for others.

My favourite club in Sydney. Wide variety of hot women. Club is by far the largest and as a big guy, it's easy to walk around in. Generally very clean and I appreciate the parking. Also nice for there to be pokies/TAB for fellas that don't want to see the girls but it would be better if I didn't have to walk through that to get the main part of the playhouse.

I’ve been a regular here and spent a decent amount of money over time, but after multiple incidents, I won’t be returning. On my first visit, I was accused of inappropriate behaviour that I strongly dispute. The situation escalated unnecessarily, police were involved, and I ended up being fined and told I was banned for three months—yet I was allowed back in just a few days later. That inconsistency alone raised serious concerns about how situations are handled. More recently, I had another experience where a private session turned hostile within minutes. I felt like I was put in a situation where I was being accused of something I didn’t do, and instead of resolving it calmly, staff escalated it immediately and aggressively. What’s frustrating is the lack of fairness and consistency. Some security staff seemed reasonable and familiar with me, but management handled things in a completely different way—more focused on asserting authority than actually understanding what happened. From my perspective, there’s a pattern of customers paying for services and then being removed without proper explanation or resolution. Whether intentional or not, it creates a very uncomfortable and unfair experience. If you’re planning to go here, just be aware that situations can turn quickly, and you may not be given a fair chance to explain yourself.

Walked in and immediately the carpet screamed at me. Alister in the vents started laughing, full evil cackle, dropping chicken bones like confetti. He kept shouting “KFC IS LIFE” while I swear the air smelled like zinger burgers. But then Richard God descended from the ceiling tiles holding an Aldi bag with a 2L Pepsi and thundered, “ONLY RED ROOSTER SHALL ENTER THE KINGDOM.” The lights flickered, the DJ fainted, and I knew I had witnessed history. Meanwhile Lachlan was on all fours sniffing the poles, muttering in tongues like he’d just unlocked the cheat codes to life. Every time he inhaled, the stage shook and a lightbulb exploded. Nobody blinked. The dancers carried on like this was a normal Tuesday. Respect. Jim the cameraman was everywhere at once. One second in the corner, one second on the roof, then suddenly inside the mirror filming me filming him. He nodded, like we shared a terrible secret. His camera didn’t have a lens, just an eyeball. It blinked. Ordered a drink — the drink ordered me back. Took a sip and woke up in 1997. Took another sip and it was 4:12am again. Ordered a toastie, it screamed my name. I still ate it. Delicious. .By the time I left, I wasn’t even sure if Sefton Playhouse was real or just a hallucination sponsored by Pepsi. My shoes were gone, my soul was upgraded, and I think Alister is still in my walls whispering about drumsticks. 5 stars. Would recommend. Bring an Aldi bag.

After putting it off for a long time, I finally decided to just go for it and make that first visit and honestly it was an unforgettable experience. Tatum, Kelly and Sienna and Madison were very friendly and made me feel welcome and were very understanding of the fact that it was my first time. With that being said, it just goes to show that if you respect the dancers regardless of the service they provide, they will also respect you in return. Will definitely visit again. 😉☺️😁