Nowadays, nary a bottle of Rush is to be found on the grounds, but it is full of affable bartenders who are determined to get me drunk before lunch. Indeed, it's no pitch-black fetish dungeon outfitted with sex swings and vending machines full of lube. More than a year after the last swimsuit came off at its pool, I decided to visit The Country Club to see if the hedonistic character of the place had disappeared. After a less-than-thorough police investigation and, bizarrely, enduring a hateful flier campaign against Treme, The Country Club ended its clothing-optional policy for good in November of 2014. That same summer, a young woman named Maria Treme reported being drugged and sexually assaulted there. That was the beginning of the end of The Country Club's golden nude era, though. In the summer of 2014, Country Club frenzy peaked when Beyoncé and Jay-Z stopped by to take a dip-though they kept their clothes on. Even in a libertine city like New Orleans, this was a standout amenity, so much so that this "neighborhood secret," as its website claims, eventually began to draw a dedicated straight clientele as well. One thing that remained constant throughout this was The Country Club's clothing-optional policy in its pool area. Since then, ownership has changed hands several times, and the original footprint of the space has grown to incorporate two adjacent properties. Housed in an Italianate mansion that dates back to 1884 in the quiet but rapidly gentrifying Bywater neighborhood, The Country Club was founded in 1977 and catered exclusively to New Orleans' vibrant gay community. Now it's an "everybody place," as I'm repeatedly told. I'm at The Country Club-New Orleans' famed gay bar, restaurant, and pool-trying to go cocktail-for-cocktail with people who clearly have better day-drinking game than I do. This is just some old-school shade, of course.