Adjust your expecations, and have a pleasant evening.

Following my usual pattern, I head to Downtown Cabaret after a stint at Rick's Cabaret, just a few blocks away. No valet here anymore, either. Find free street parking on the same block, since it is just past 10pm.

DTC has the same corporate owner as Rick's, so it is odd that the doorman here needs to look at my ID. Still, no obvious scan, so I submit. This poor bastard hangs outside in the Minnesota winter, unlike the Rick's guy who hides inside and peers through a glass door. Fuck of a boring cold night for the guy at DTC.

Cashier takes my 10 dollar cover, jacket, and cap. Layout is unchanged. I briefly consider sitting in the Library section near the bar, but instead opt for the main floor, for a better view of the stage. And also, better accessibility to more dancers.