Promising first foray

I travel to St. Louis a half dozen times a year for work, and I'd fallen into a routine of only driving out to Washington Park for Larry's (consistent talent) or Scarlett's (ugh). I had a compressed schedule and wanted to save 10 minutes out and back, so I found myself at Diamond Cabaret for maybe about 90 minutes before heading out to catch a flight.

Overall, I liked what I saw. Good layout with plenty of stage-side, gallery, and table seating. I was through the front door for six or seven bucks, drink prices were a little steep ($7.50 for a Bud bottle), and I've gleaned that dance prices are pricier here as well. The dancers were all pretty attractive for day shift, so let's call it a 7-Up factory.

The problem with a 90 minute strip club visit is that you spend the first hour assessing your options, and the decisions you make in your head might not be available in your remaining time. There were two chicks whose bodies were absolutely poetry in motion on the stage, and I couldn't bear to try any of the remaining otherwise-attractive ladies for a private.