We're not sure if this year-old gentlemen's club is the best topless joint in OC, but it's certainly the most novel: When's the last time you chomped on a California roll while a comely vixen writhed in front of you? Okay, maybe you party better than most, but that's an option at this clean, swanky spot that incorporates two of the Las Vegas Strip's most enduring passions: faux European décor (from the Italian-style fountains and lions to the murals that greet visitors) and bare boobies. Pay the cover charge ($5 before 6:30 p.m.; $10 after), and you'll find the stage and VIP room on the first floor, but a quick scamper up some marble stairs or a ride in an elevator, and you're on the second floor, where there is a legitimate sushi bar, offering everything from caterpillar rolls to Cajun-seared albacore with crispy onions. You can take one of the nine seats at the bar, sit at one of the many tables, or, what the hell, take your dragon roll into a glass-encased room and summon a mermaid for a private dance. Bottle service is offered, and there's also a full kitchen with your standard bar-grub as well as a full bar (early-bird specials knock the price of a domestic beer down to $3—they are $6 otherwise—and cocktails start at $8. And you must try the jalapeño-infused vodka; you'll love it or hate it). But the sushi, which ranges from $5 to $15, is the real draw. Oh, fuck it—no, it's not: The women are smoking-hot, and private dances go for $20 a song, $180 for a half-hour and $300 for an hour.