Jim Moore built Diamond Jim’s Restaurant & Lounge from the ground up in 1971. A few years ago Jim sold his creation. Now in his 70s, Jim works as a boat salesman. Once a week he comes in to visit Kelly, the lounge’s bartender of six years. And what makes a good dive bar into a great one? Aside from the leather captain’s chairs, smoky mirrors, wood décor, pull tabs, absence of windows, and rope lights, it’s the amount of regulars.



Barb’s Westgate Inn had its own Grandmother Millie, well Diamond Jim’s has its own Uncle. Uncle Don arrives at 4 p.m. every day to claim his reserved seat at the bar. Plaques are randomly placed on the walls commemorating past regulars that have passed away. Kelly has set up a 12-top for her Wednesday group of ladies that comes in for lunch. As I sit and watch, they file in one-by-one. Kelly remembers all of their names, and exactly how many screwdrivers to make.



There are three beers on tap, karaoke, a very small dance floor, plenty of TVs, an array of wonderfully plush leather booths, and some of the best service I’ve ever had. I’m not gonna lie — I’m dying to go back. It was my first time there, but definitely not my last. Diamond Jim’s was a dive bar with a little extra class, dignity, and security. I really felt at home. And isn’t that what finding your favorite bar is all about?



And to Kelly — thank you for the flowers, and yes, I’m feeling much better.

Diamond Jim’s

1616 S. 325th St., Federal Way, 253.838.1440

Food: standard taste, but good selection

Beer: limited

Service: friendly

Mullet Count: none

Blue-Hair Count: 10

 

Bar Exam Dive Grade: B+