Shawn O.
Yelp
Ah, Johnny Diablo. Here we are at last. Pistols at ten paces.
I want to love Casa Diablo. I want to motorboat in Casa Diablo's breasts and buy her a thousand lap dances. I want Casa to be my bestest vegan girlfriend ever. I want Casa to be "Mi Casa."
But I just can't love Casa the way I want. I have to give Casa three measly stars, because, alas, I can only project upon Casa what she will just never be. So I have to look squarely in the eyes of the Home That Johnny Built and tell her she can't have me the way I know she wants me.
I've been here enough times to know what's up. So let's be honest.
Good things:
* Bartenders are topless, and look great. You wouldn't think this would be anything significant, given the fact ravenous girls by the score are running around everywhere completely nude. However, it is an entirely different and altogether more intoxicating experience watching "Lady Slings The Booze" minus underwire support. Unfortunately the floor behind the bar is about a foot lower than the floor in front of it, so instead of perkiness at eye level, you kinda have to look down at "things" from above. Hmm.
* Girls go over the rail and into your lap on the regular (basically every song), and some are quite friendly about it. On this trip, one inebriated rail-scaler was even mighty grabby on me ol' (fully-panted) prized possessions. And by grabby, I mean holdy and rubby. Me rub you long time. That's not something you get every day for a 2-dollah tippa. Casa Diablo is a fully-nude, contact-friendly establishment, which for my money, is the *only kind* of establishment that should exist. Note: by contact-friendly, I mean her on you, not you on her. Ask what's okay before YOU get grabby, fella.
* Lena is the most genuine, pleasant girl I've met in a club in about, oh, 23 years? Couldn't pitch a sale if she tried, and I love her for it.
* The girls without regs are better than the girls with regs, even with whales. That's unusual. If you don't speak dancer-lingo, ask one what I mean the next time you're with one. No matter where she works now, she will probably instantly know you're talking about Casa Diablo because metric tons of dancers churn and burn through this joint. I'll tell you why in a moment.
* Food. I'm no vegan, but these cow-less burgers are as advertised: fantastic. You won't pay a lot for the surprisingly tasty all-vegebetarian trough at Casa.
* The main stage. This is a vast, roomy 2-pole stage. Girls rotate in and out from one pole, to another, one pole per song. A second, smaller stage near the bar opens up when the joint packs in. What this means is that it takes a heaping boatload of dancers on rotation to get Casa bumping. On some nights, up to 25 dancers will be on rotation, PER SHIFT. It's a giant mass of nakedness, strewn out everywhere. But it also means churn and burn. PDX clubs throughout the area are littered with the confetti of ex-Casa dancers.
* It's cleaner now. Care has been taken to make-over the interior the right way. The ambiance is pleasant now. It feels a little like a (cleaner) McMenamin's joint with boobs and attitude, and I like that.
One "just okay" thing:
* DJ booth is well-manned (props to Corduroy), but the sound quality in the club is sub-par. The equipment is fine. It's the building design. Casa wasn't built to be a club; it doesn't sound like one.
So why 3 stars?
First of all, as I understand it, infamous Johnny Diablo was the first in PDX to bring out the 2-dollar bill action. I remember when it happened, too. If it's true: damn you, Johnny D! The 2-dollar tipping trip is spreading around PDX clubs like wildfire now. Hey, I'm always, always generous at the rack. Get off my back, Jack. It just makes me twitchy when someone else decides for me what my experience is supposed to be worth. Two dollars is the lowest common denominator. You can't GET a George Washington as change at Casa. Remove 1 star.
Dancers are overly chummy and clique-ish with regs and BFs during biz hours, ignoring all others. This is a universal problem in PDX, though. No star removal.
Private dances are $40. Yeah. $40. Buy two, and get the third for half price. That's just a fancy way of saying 3 for $100. I want you to realize, this is twice what dances cost at 90%+ of other PDX clubs. This would be okay if your experience was twice as awesome. And it's definitely good. But it's not twice as good. Remove another star. The private dance booths are lush and comfy, though.
In short: Casa's a beauty queen with a death grip on your wallet.
So there it is, 3 stars. I will come back to Casa on occasion. I will give Johnny D more money, 2 dollars at a time. But I don't love Casa. I won't be faithful to Casa. Sometimes, whenever the mood's just right and I'm drunk enough, I'll take Casa by the hand down the hall and give her a good shaggin'. But, I'll sneak out of bed before the sun rises and snag HER wallet on the way out the window.
Call me Shawny Diablo, thief in the night.