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Number Five Orange
Category: Nightlife Adult Entertainment Adult Entertainment [Edit]
205 Main StVancouver, BC V6A 2S7
Neighbourhood: Downtown Eastside
(604) 687-3483
- Hours:
Mon-Sat 11 am - 1 am
Sun 11 am - 12 am
- Outdoor Seating:
- No
- Accepts Credit Cards:
- Yes
- Parking:
- Street, Private Lot
- Good for Groups:
- Yes
- Price Range:
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$$
- Music:
- DJ
- Best Nights:
- Fri, Sun, Sat
- Happy Hour:
- No
- Alcohol:
- Full Bar
- Smoking:
- No
- Coat Check:
- No
- Noise Level:
- Loud
- Good For Dancing:
- No
- Has TV:
- Yes
- Wheelchair Accessible:
- Yes
18 reviews for Number Five Orange
18 reviews in English
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Review from Matt T.
Calgary, AB
1/4/2011
Ok I know this place may not actually deserve 5 stars but I had a blast and they deserve every star they can get in my opinion.
The building is in basically the worst part of town and the staff try their best to make up for it! "The 5" is on the smaller side but still has ample seating for an afternoon of debauchery or an evening of entertainment. The waitresses have attitude and don't actually dress that skimpy but they're friendly and good at their job...which is serving drinks! What a change!
The dancers range from the girl next door types to the vegas style girls that look too perfect to be real so there's something for everyone.
The friendliest strip club I've ever been to west of Montreal and north of the Vegas Strip. To me this is really what made the difference for me. It was fun, I made a few new friends and I will be heading back next time I'm in town for sure!
As for the lapdances, ya the cost adds up if you get like 11 of them but don't forget what you got for that money. If you don't wanna pay the money then just politely say no when she asks if you want one. I would rather say yes personally, but hey, maybe that's why I had such fun time!
For the record, people from Vancouver should try going to a strip club in Saskatchewan or Alberta and then they'd appreciate how good they have it. Saskies have no stripping allowed and in Alberta the clubs are just lame. The rules are too strict for any real fun to be had there.
Just my two cents... -
Review from Emily-Anne P.
Vancouver, BC
1/26/2012
There was a time when I really didn't like the No 5 Orange. I thought it was full of disgusting people and even worse dancers, but then the times started to change.
The cover is $10 a person and everyone has to pay cover. There isn't normally much of a line, but it depends on when you want to go and how many of you there are.
There are a number of tables around the room that you can sit at without getting a booth or service. Depending on how new you look they might try to charge you anyway.
There are booths, which I believe are $100 for a buy in. I don't ever do that so I can't comment on it.
The drinks are over priced and not very good.
The dancers are great, the girls who work the floor are pretty rad and it's not hard to spend the whole night there.
If you're new to Vancouver or strippers the No 5 is a must see as a Vancouver institution. -
Review from Evilyn T.
6/19/2011 1 Check-in Here
Honestly I thought this place would be way sleazier, I'm sad to say I was actually a bit disappointed. I think my friends had just built up this image of the Number Five in my mind and I had expectations that went unfulfilled. For example:
The floors were not sticky. I've been to a few strip clubs in Surrey and New West where you actually thought people had jerked off on the floor because your shoes just kept sticking to the floor, this was not the case at the Number 5.
Trashy dancers. All of the ladies I saw dance were in really good shape and had super fake tits that didn't even move. I guess when I was told about how sleazy this place was, and that Courtney Love had danced there I was expecting crack whores or punk rock chicks who were still working to pay for some new boobs. This was not the case.
Expensive drinks. I paid like $12 for a double rum and diet, that is probably the most expensive double highball I have ever had. If this place was trashy, then we would be getting trashed right? Not unless you can afford $10 cover plus $50+ for drinks.
However.... they have a kitchen. Last night's special was ribs.... let me ask you this: who shows up to a strip club to have a pound of greasy ribs and eats them in the gyno row while some broad is spreading her legs in front of you? I don't know about you, but when I see those beef curtains wagging in my face I sure get hungry for ribs. I didn't see anyone eating while I was there, so I wonder how often the kitchen actually gets food orders? How long have those ribs been sitting there?
I'm not sure that I would go back here unless it was for a stag, I know some of my friends think its real cool to go watch strippers, and while that can be the case at times, I think I'd rather go somewhere more seedy or even somewhere more classy. This place was just very average. -
Review from Martina M.
Vancouver, BC
7/25/2011 1 Check-in Here
I came here for a friend's birthday party. The cover charge to get in here is $10 regardless if you're a guy or girl. We didn't have a reservation, and since there was no tables free we had to pay $100 to secure a booth because you can't go there and stand around according to the staff. Our group was pretty big so we were able to come up with the $100, but it was an unexpected cost. Reserve a table if you're coming with a group!
The police came in and escorted a guy out when we were there, but they didn't make a scene. Minus that, this place isn't as sleazy as I expected given its location. The drinks were a bit pricy but strong. The bartender made us the weirdest skittles shot I've ever seen (since when did skittles shots become drop shots?) but it was still tasty. As for the girls, they didn't seem to get a lot of attention until much later in the evening, but they were all attractive.
Overall the girls were hot, the drinks were good, but be prepared to spend a lot of money. -
Review from Edward L.
4/24/2011 1 Check-in Here
Came here as part of a large stag group. Pretty much the only reason why people go to strip clubs these days.
Cover was $10. They frisked everyone in the group, which should hopefully keep out the gangsta wannabes. They sold beer right by the entrance out of a cooler for $7, but the same beer can be had from the bar at the back for $6.25. Just a tip.
The tables and chairs were definitely a bit grungy, but this is expected. The stage is painted a tacky shade of orange, with a ladder leading up into some hatch in the ceiling. I don't know why it was there, but all I know is that it got in the way of our view pretty badly. They should get rid of it.
The inside was surprisingly quiet. Holding a conversation was no problem, and my ears weren't bleeding at the end of the night. Service was prompt with the shooters and beers.
Even though it was a Saturday, the audience was a bit dead. There were several empty seats by the stage too, and not too many people were cheering. In addition, it looked like each stripper was dancing to a couple more songs than other places I've been to. I'm guessing it's so that they can make a few bucks more. Not too many people were slipping them bills. It can't be easy doing this job in this town. I admit I was paying more attention to the hockey highlights on TV than what was going on on the stage.
Overall, a good time. It's a shame that places like these are closing all over Vancouver. I'm just hoping this place stays afloat, unlike the Cecil. It's a big loss of the city's seedy history. -
Review from Kevir K.
North Vancouver, BC
4/19/2011
This is the third review in a five part evening. Part two is for Hy's downtown.
Dinner at Hy's was running late, so I called the Five at 9:07 (I still have the time on my phone) asking them to push my reservation back until 10:00. They said it would be no problem, so I was more relaxed with our dinner plans at Hy's.
I had trouble with ensuring our reservation was active before. I called weeks in advance and they put me down. When I called the Monday before, they didn't have me noted. They made a reservation for me before I could launch into a full panic.
We walked in the door at 9:55 and they comped the cover for our bachelor. When we were directed to the bouncer regarding our reservation, he said that no one told him that we would be late and he gave away our table. He was "nice enough" to offer us a $40 opportunity; he'd kick out a table of four with a view of the stage and bring a fifth chair. We were effectively looking at $80 for the five of us to have our reservation. The table we were at actually had a reservation tag on it for another party at 10:15, which was very odd since when I first called for a reservation, I was told they would not accept a reservation after 10:00. When it got busier later in the night, the bouncer wasn't around to keep people from blocking our view. In short, call more than once to confirm your reservation and do not, under any circumstances, be late.
The drinks were pricey. They use Wisers as their bar brand of rye, which was acceptable to me. While they charge $6 for a single rye and coke, there's no discount on doubles; be prepared to pay $12 for a double. Also, my first one came out as a rum and coke. I had to walk it back to the bar myself. They did fix it, but I encountered an asshole on my way back to the table.
I walked up to two guys blocking the path between the tables. I leaned over to the one closer to me and said "excuse me, please." He looked away from his conversation, looked me in the eye, and then turned back without moving and kept talking. I asked to be excused again, then he looked at me again and finally moved. The idiot beside him, having seen this transpire, couldn't rub two brain cells together to move a foot out of my way, so while looking at each other, I shoved past him back to my table. Really, we can all have a good time if people were a little more polite about their surroundings; it's not like I was one of the strippers and they were trying to cop a feel.
The strippers were out in full force trying to hustle good money for their dances. They charge $50 per song; I believe Brandi's charges more, but you can get cheaper in Vegas (of all places). I don't know what they charge in Montreal, but that's the place to be from what I hear.
I get that it can be a tough job, but they don't need to be so aggressive. We were there to buy dances for the bachelor, but when he wasn't interested, we were called "cheap fucks" on more than one occasion. I do remember one stripper pitching to us, "You can smack my ass, pull my hair, and I'll let you motorboat my brand new titties for as long as you want!" Given that I'm not 19, nor American, her marketing put her into a dirty gold digger category rather than an enticing dancing lady.
We lost one person during our time at the Five, but the rest of us kept going to keep having fun with the bachelor. We paid $100 for a two-song dance with the one and only dancing lady that he took a fancy to, and he seemed quite pleased with the entertainment.
We watched the stage shows right up until 1:00 when they closed. If you're looking for the attractive girl next door type, the Five isn't the place. Most of the dancers have had some enhancements done, but I found them enjoyable to watch, especially the shower shows.
Next part is The Irish Heather.Listed in: MJP's Stag
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Review from Andy Y.
Vancouver, BC
11/14/2010 ROTD 10/1/2011
It was my birthday on the weekend and my friends twisted my arm to take me to the ballet....er.... also know as the No. 5 Orange.
$10 bucks at the door and welcome to the show.
Mostly had beers and a few birthday shooters. OK, lots of birthday shooters....
We stayed maybe an hour because we couldn't find a table but really enjoyed the ballet on stage. Interesting mix of people and everybody was friendly. And quite a few females who enjoy watching the ballet as much as the men to.
Hey, this is the only place where you can sit back, and the girls will come talk to you....but only until they realize you have no money/intention of buying a lapdance.
And I met Charity....my future girlfriend who's a student right now paying her way through college.
I've never had the food here so UYE at the No. 5? -
Review from Garth C.
Her: Hi my name is Mercedes
Me: Hi my name is Toyota.
If she can use a car name then I also want a car name! Apologies for the ladies out there who actually have a given name of Mercedes.
I believe education is important in our society and being the generous giver that I am I decided to help support girls going to college the only way I know how, #5 Orange!
I had no real expectations going here as this was my first time in this establishment. Overall it wasn't as sketchy as I thought it would be judging by the location. The interior was nice and well kept, there was a decent selection of beer and the girls had very nice, how should I say, eyes.
The crowd was a decent mix of guys and girls, not saying it was close to 50/50 split but for a strip club it was pretty good. Having this mix is important as it dilutes the more "creepy gawking" people, like myself and makes things a little more social and fun.
Some people complain about the area but rest assured location is quite safe so the overall experience was quite pleasant. Will I go again? Only if the yelp community needs me to take one for the team and provide an updated review. How about weekly updates??Listed in: At least my mom thinks i'm…
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Review from Nicole F.
12/14/2010
I was here on Saturday night for a pal's birthday (cover was $10). The only other time I'd been here was uh, Remembrance Day... and what better way to spend Remembrance Day than at a strip club? (The cover was only $5 that night!)
It was so packed that tons of people just lined up along the walls because there was no seating left. Our friends managed to snag a small table with 1 chair in the "VIP" section for the night and hovered around it. We were told we could stay until they had to give it to someone else, which didn't happen.. so that's cool.
If you keep a close eye on the seats around the um.. stripper platform (?) you might be able to steal one, but otherwise you're S.O.L. because those guys are glued to their seats. I managed to get myself one after convincing a friend to sit on my lap, and when her legs started to fall asleep she just crouched beside me and some random guy I didn't know sat on my lap instead because apparently it used to be his seat. Sure, whatever.
I found the waitresses..er, hostesses?....What exactly is their job title? Anyways, the girls that wander around in their little outfits and chat you up were far more attractive than the dancers. Most of the dancers seemed bored and totally uninterested. The fake to real boobie ratio was about 50/50.
The DJ called out to Tabatha Y. ("who's the girl with the flower in her hair up front?!") and announced to the entire club that she was hot and then proceeded to meow like a cat.
I had a better time at Monty's in Victoria! I'll still come back to No 5 Orange though!
I can't comment on the drink prices, I did all my drinkin' before I arrived! -
Review from Bootz B.
11/3/2011
After the waitress staff at The Cactus Club made my balls bluer than Gonzo's complexion, a trip to Brandi's seemed in line.
My brother was already given a tip back at home that Brandi's had the best strip club west of the Mississippi (does that reference count in Canada?) Anyway, it was something like a bunch of chicks dressed up as Star Wars characters and little cutesy dancing and light saber dueling, all before the red alert siren goes off and the only way to blow up the Death Star was to hook up with the girl next to you. Even without our newfound friends recommendation that we had just met at The Cactus Club, I was ready to roll simply based on the legend of things.
So there we were; about six dudes and three chicks stuffed in a tiny elevator and we were going down to what just could have been my Mecca. Then all of a sudden as the elevator doors opened, some hoochie popped her head out of a door down the hallway and yelled, "What are you doing? Get the hell out of her!" And just like that, before we could even step foot out of the elevator we were on our way back up. Apparently during the slow season at Brandi's it's pay for sex night instead of pay for lap dance night. Whoa is me.
Needless to say I was a bit frustrated. I already had the 3-d glasses in my mind set on high-definition and I wanted to see Princess Leia go down on R2D2. Luckily (which I thought at the time being) one of our newfound friends recommended Number Five Orange (which also happens to be in bum town).
I was already pretty buzzed up from The Cactus Club, so this place could have been in Fallujah and I wouldn't have cared. Next thing I know, five minutes later and two Taxi's, we were all there.
Ok... kind of looks like some scummy New York bar out of Mean Streets, anyway... We all take a seat and I realized that I didn't have any cash on me, whatever. One of the guys we met earlier just offered to buy me my first lap dance. So after we sent Punky Brewster's red headed mutt of a sister packing, a girl was grabbed for me. She wasn't good looking either, but hey, it was free.
So there I was, in the back of the club on a sticky couch for my very first lap dance. Ludacris was already through his second chorus of "Move Bitch" and as I was getting a better look at this chick, I'm almost thinking of the same thing and making a beeline for it out of there. Fuck it though, I tell myself. Relax.. She then straddled me. (And just to let you know, her Hilary Duff "Purity" perfume was not really to my liking.) Still, I then tried to lighten the situation, "So how's school?" I asked. "I don't go to school," she replied. Well I'll be dammed, it really is just a myth. Then right before I could think of anything else to say, BOOM! AHHH! My face is in the vortex of a motorboat. BOOM FLUBBB BOOOM BOOM BOOOM! She pulled away to collect herself. I then shook my head like Sidney Crosby after his second concussion. As I then finally gathered myself, she straddled me again and said those fateful words, "So how do you like my new tits?" Ok, of course I went in for a better look... Oh My God! It was a fresh titty job! Under her left boob was a tiny band-aid on the incision! The song then stopped. "That was kind of short, I can give you another one for free," she added. I could barely murmur a "No thank you" then bolted to the men's restroom.
Right as I got in there (because that is how I roll) I pulled out my purrell and doused myself like Jenna Jameson just got a cream cheese surprise. I mean my face was littered with purrell, oozing through every orifice, I needed to burn that image off of my face and out of my mind. I then headed directly to the bar.
You have got to be fucking kidding me? All of a sudden my American ATM card didn't work? I then tried the ATM machine: DENIED.
Next thing I knew, the manager had the club bum (yes, really the club bum, I know this because she opened the door for all of us) escort me to the nearest bank ATM. Again: Denied. After tipping her about 94 cents (because that's all that I had) there I sat, very uneasy with the rest of my group.
But I couldn't take it anymore! I needed fresh liquor or a fresh set of titties in my face to erase that experience earlier from my mind. So on the tip from a local, I headed out alone and to the Chinatown District.
Oh my fucking hell. The ATM machine just ate my card. (Mind you I had six more days left to spend in Vancouver.) After dodging bums shooting up heroin in the alley's on my way back (which still haunts me) there I was, back in the strip club with a complementary beer and a feeling of malaise.
We didn't stay around for too much longer, but I'll be goddamned if that wasn't one of the most bunk experiences of my life. After my brother was deported (hey, things could have been worse), a nice Brazilian that I befriended on New Year's Eve, and finally the BLT sushi hostess (mail me if you are interested for the definition) on my last night, Vancouver wasn't all that bad. -
Review from Kristen F.
Vancouver, BC
8/7/2008
My first time in Vancouver and where to my friends take me to party? A strip club!
Gota love my friends and after that night. I loved them even more. My wallet on the other hand was hating me, along with my stomach from all the booze I consumed and my feet from walking after we forgot where we parked our car. Yeah it was that kind of night. Here's how it went down....
Just an FYI: I'm a straight girl. There's just something weird about seeing some dude shake his junk in my face in some tight, gross speedo. Key word: Gross! Now onto the ladies....
It was a quiet Saturday night along the streets of Main. The party was inside this corner bar called Number Five Orange. We busted through the door while loud music, drunk patrons, and a stripper wooed the crowd. The bouncers checked our ID and we shevled out $13 for our cover charge but hey we got a free beer out of it. I won't complain about paying $13 to see boobies in my face.
The place was packed! We found a spot in the corner not too far from the stage. The only problem was this step my friend and I kept tripping over all night. The alcohol didn't help much either. The waitress's were very cool. They were quick with our drink orders and didn't skip a beat! Might I add it's hard to tell the difference between a loonie and a toonie when its dark inside.
Towards the end of the night we were finally able to get closer to the stage. The seats were these super small stools but my friend and I managed to get both our butt cheeks on them. Again anything for boobies! I gave out the last of my remaining $5 to the last dancer and here I am stuck with my loonies, toonies and US dollars. You know how hard it is to stick a coin down a strippers panties? It has to be a skill!
Come here for the boobies, drinks, great atmosphere, bring lots of five dollar bills and make sure you remember where you parked your car. Your feet will thank you in the morning.... -
Review from Geoff G.
Vancouver, BC
10/19/2010
Those of us 'of a certain age' recall the glory days of Vancouver strip clubs, when you could spend an afternoon or evening making your way between the Marble Arch, the Flash One, the Lougheed Hotel, the North Burnaby Inn, the Fraser Arms, the Cecil and on and on. Well, with the Cecil about to close and all the others shuttered long ago, an era in Vancouver has come to an end - An era where the price of admission was a pint of beer and the chant of 'shower, shower, shower!' might result in a soapy show. Seems like the business is moving to $20 cover charges, "bottle service" and all the other LA accoutrements. I suppose it is what it is...
Except.... For one hold out: The No. Five Orange. If you want to take a trip back in time to find out what it was like to visit a strip club in Vancouver during Expo 86, take in the #5. You can take a seat, order a pint, and watch the show. If your girlfriend doesn't mind, she'll have a good time too... I'm not too sure if they can mix an 'apple martini' though...
Is it a little tired inside? Sure, a little, but that's part of the charm. I know a lot of people complain about 'the neighborhood' but that's a few blocks south at Hastings. With the police station and fire stations nearby, the number five neighborhood isn't that grungy. If anything, it's a little boring... -
Review from Darien C.
BC
12/12/2008
Don't make eye contact in this neighborhood, lest you be stabbed.
Watch where you step, lest you step on a needle.
Welcome to the downtown east side, land of broken dreams. If you manage to make it to the front door injury free, you're hardly in the clear. Number 5 is sleaze like no other. It feels like a 19th century British brothel, minus the period appeal.
I realize strip clubs by nature are sleazy places, but number 5 is downright creepy. I came here with co-workers as it was in the vicinity of where we were. A mistake, one I've never repeated. Best be weary when going here. Best not go here. -
Review from Ariel L.
8/29/2010
If you want to go to a strip club and see naked women in Vancouver, this is the only one worth going to. The place is run by the HA (Hell's Angels), so don't be a punk and try and start anything there.
The girls are on the average side, but they put on an entertaining show on stage, especially when they get the shower going. Don't bother going back for a dance. They are pricey and you don't get to have that much fun. Better to watch the multitude of TV's showing sports while your buddies blow their Canadian loons.
Canada, oh you so disappoint here. You are first rate in so many ways, but a far cry you are from Spearmint Rhino. God bless the Spearmint Rhino. -
Review from Cameron M.
Toronto, ON
11/13/2008 1 photo
For the sketchiest end of town this is a surprisingly clean place. Granted, I grew up seeing strippers in the seedy roadhouses of Alberta but as far as strip club cleanliness goes, this is pretty near the tops.
Without seeming like a pervert, let me generalize on Vancouver strip clubs. They generally fall into the sketchier low-rent variety such as the Cecil or Penthouse or the ultra-high end like Brandy's. Of course "high-end" is relative because there are still nude women dancing around. The No.5 is a bit anomalous from these categories because the general depression factor isn't really there. Everyone seems to have a good time and be nice, which is the best you can ask for from the downtown east side.
I have heard talk that this place is run by organized crime and shouldn't be frequented but, I think that might just be the risk you take with strippers. Something seedy tends to be going on and unless I have proof I can't really knock them for it.
They get a fourth star because I got really good Barbecue there once. And, if you're like me and frequently too embarrassed to really get into naked ladies, it's good to have a sandwich to distract you. -
Review from Sam B.
Updated - 4/21/2011
This club is by far the best club left in town. They have private rooms upstairs and tons of hot girls even during the day! They open at 1130 am u can get breakfast there and sum tits. I will be back the private upstairs is worth every dollar.
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Review from Simon R.
BC
12/15/2008 1 photo
In the heart of Vancouver's cracktown sits the No 5 Orange, a large dimly lit room located across the street from the Vancouver Police headquarters. Not as seedy and filthy as one would expect, most of the customers are tired looking professionals or construction workers on their lunch break.
At night, the place fills up quick with ogling eyes and drunken misogynists, but order is kept and the "dancers" are treated well by the audience. With the dark purple décor and large round stage surrounded by tables and chairs, it's reminiscent of the strip club "The Badda-Bing" in The Sopranos. I can't say I've tried the food, but the deals seem to be ok, with $9.99 prawn and burger combos. The beer is a little expensive, but the price of bare breasts needs to be offset somewhere. Incidentally, a lap dance goes for $40, but if you wander the neighborhood you can probably find more for less.
The sight of the women undressing seems to please most of the regulars, but the management does keep people from getting too excited by blaring the constant chatter of the obnoxious in-house DJ the entire time. Not really worth visiting, unless you're starting to forget what fake tits look like and you don't want to spend a lot of cash to find out. -
Review from TC F.
8/8/2010
This place looks kind of cool from the outside. It's painted Orange. Ten dollar cover gets you in and they have a bucket of beers ready at the door. So far so good. We sat down a group of six of us.
First off $50 minimum per three minute private dance upstairs wtf???Sorry ladies this isn't Vegas. It's in a very sketchy part of town, not far from Chinatown. We went on a night when they were showing a UFC fight that went the distance, so we had to wait forty five minutes just to see the first stage act and the place was packed. Unlike the US Canadian strippers slowly strip through three songs and they like to use blankets, towels etc in their acts.To be quite honest the only girl that wowed us all night was this cute very talented little chick I think her stage name was Mandy Powers? She was easily Vegas Strip caliber and she knew it. All in all I would compare it to a typical Deja Vu club in the US just way more expensive! Funny thing is walking back on Granville there were some of the hottest women I've ever seen in my life coming out of the clubs. Anyway I will miss the Cecil Hotel, that place was awesome. :)
