Pink Poodle
Pink Poodle
The Pink Poodle is an adult, nude/topless bar in San Jose, California. It has been in busy for 58 years.
328 S Bascom Ave San Jose, CA 95128 (map)
(408) 292-3685
The Pink Poodle in the News
- Playing with fire! Stripper in bikini gets out of firetruck and walks into a strip club in San Jose - as the mayor says 'heads must roll'
- By SOPHIE MANN FOR DAILYMAIL.COM Saturday, Oct 8th 2022
A video of a bikini-clad woman exiting a firetruck and strutting into a strip club in San Jose, California, is raising alarm bells in the mayor's office.
'We cannot have a life-critical emergency rescue apparatus relegated to a frat party bus,' said San Jose Mayor Sam Liccardo on Friday after the video surfaced.
A video posted to an account called San Jose Foos on Thursday showed a firetruck parked in front of a local strip joint, The Pink Poodle.
After a few moments, the truck's door swings open, and a brunette woman wearing a string bikini, platform stilettos, and nothing else hops out and struts into the club.
The Pink Poodle's website boasts that it is 'San Jose's only all-nude strip club,' though it is unconfirmed whether the unidentified female works there.
An investigation by the San Jose Fire Department was launched Friday after the 'concerning' video gained traction.
'An investigation has been initiated to determine facts surrounding the video,' said San Jose Fire Chief Robert Sapien, Jr.
'If findings of an internal investigation reveal inappropriate behavior of any Department members, appropriate steps will be taken to address the matter,' he said.
A Friday release from the city's fire department read, 'It is the department's goal to serve the community with courtesy and service. As such, it takes all feedback regarding the conduct of its employees seriously.'
It continued, 'All City of San José employees are expected to adhere to the Code of Ethics Policy they have agreed to as a condition of their employment.'
The video, originally posted by a private account, showed a fire truck with lights flashing and a marking that says 'E4' (Engine 4) stopped after dark in front of the club on South Bascom Avenue.
Commenters on Instagram recorded a buffet of emotional reactions to the video, including one user who wrote: 'Every wife of SJFD calling their man rn (right now) to ask where he's at.'
'She was warming up on the poles at the station,' wrote another,
'Fireman had a shift on his birthday, and the boys handled it,' wrote the owner of an account with the handle @chronicrhythm.
A user by the name of vybehitz, simply wrote, 'respect.'
The Pink Poodle has been in business in San Jose since 1963, according to its website. The club did not respond to a call from The Daily Mail.
A Personal Note from Robin
In the very early 1970s, I was Operations Officer for San Jose Search and Rescue. We were an all-volunteer group at that time, attached to Civil Air Patrol, tasked with searching for downed aircraft and providing urban rescue and first responder aid. We used our own vehicles and provided our own uniforms, but Santa Clara County Fire Department provided us with fire frequency pagers, so we could communicate with the fire department. (Cell phones and GPS equipment were not yet available, and mobile phones were large and bolted into the trunk of your car.)
One weekend a month, we would get together and practice search and rescue techniques. After practice, we would all get together at one of the local bars for a drink. One of our drills took us to Lexington Reservoir just outside Los Gatos, California. Years before, a car had run off the road and down an embankment. We would rappel/absail down the hillside and use the wreck as an anchor point to attach a rope-borne litter and rescue pretend victims from the wreck.
At about dusk, after six hours of practice, we decided the next part of our mission should be to go to the Pink Poodle adult bar in San Jose to wash the dust from my mouth.
We had not been there long when my pager sounded an alert followed by the voice from dispatch, "Robin, call your mother!" At this point, I knew the pager would repeat its' obnoxious twin tones and its message to contact my Mother. I tried desperately to do what we used to refer to as the "pager dance," in which I would try to turn off, silence, or disable my pager - all to no avail. I tried to shrink to the point of disappearance and scurried from the bar.
Later, I told her of the incident, and I asked her to please use the phrase, "Robin, please call home "to avoid embarrassing me in the future," and we had a good laugh together.
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