Gold Diggers is a trashy bikini bar located in the barrio of Santa Monica Boulevard, between Wilton and St. Andrews. It sits nestled between discount markets and donut shops and run-down apartment complexes. Upon entering, you'll be greeted by Herman, the large (and wonderful) bouncer. Don't be fooled by his rough exterior, after a couple shakedowns, you'll see he's a gentle giant. Like a Pitbull, he trusts family.
The collection of dancers is diverse: big ones, small ones, short ones, tall ones...all of varying ages and races. The curvy Latina who dances weekday afternoons is my favorite, so I suggest you throw dollars at her.
If you come at just the right time, you might be blessed with the presence of the Mamasan. She owns the place and she and her daughters frequently play bartender. Although friendly and outgoing, I wouldn't want to get on the Mamasan's bad side. She seems like the type to smack you with a yardstick if you don't play by her rules.
Gold Diggers celebrates their anniversary with an annual party, complete with free chicken wings, egg rolls, and chow mein. Although the party is a must-visit for Gold Diggers fans, it does get pretty crowded. I prefer the venue around 6:30pm on a Friday; it's a bit more mellow.
On our second date, Chad and I ventured over to Gold Diggers after a failed visit to Jumbo's (see post from 3.29.11). The difference in quality is like night and day. Yes, Jumbo's has the notoriety, but trust me on this one, go to Gold Diggers if you need a night of unbridled Asian sleaze. If you were to ask me which bar is dearest to my heart, I would say, without a doubt, Gold Diggers.