Upper west side gay bar

CANDLE BAR, THE CITY’S OLDEST GAY BAR, SET TO CLOSE

Posted on June 25, No Comment. There are plenty of queer establishments in NYC at which you can celebrate, but let me step in between your cocktails and remind you of some past places that were absolute gay heaven. One prominent element gay gay nightlife in the s involved raunchy, sex-driven places like the Anvil—but at the opposite end of the spectrum was the Barefoot Boy, a sleek dance club that was sophisticated and almost chic.

But, of course, sex was the object here too. Yes, this was way before Grindr, when you had to actually go out of the house and chat up potential tricks face to face! Can you imagine? A long-running establishment, the Candle brought upper gay presence to the Upper West Side—along with the Continental Baths in the basement of the Ansonia Hotel—before all Manhattan gay bars seemed to be zoned for only HK, Chelsea, and the Village.

The place was social and cruisy, drawing various low-wattage locals out to make connections. It was renovated in the s, but eventually became side and the Candle went out. It was always a good time, from the weird slushy drinks served out of a big decanter to the co-owner playing Yahtzee with the woozy customers.

The joint closed inafter cops said they were responding to neighborhood complaints about the clientele, though the owner insisted they were being unfairly targeted because it was a minority-based business. Chi Chiz went on to become a pretty sterile restaurant that I have no desire to check out, let alone frequent. Opening inSplash was a shiny, two-level club that emphasized AIDS-activism-era cleanliness so much that at first, gogo boys were positioned in translucent shower stalls.

The club went out of style—and business—inthe end of a queer era. Fourth St. This bar when gay sex was everywhere—in bathhouses and trucks, on piers, and in backrooms. The Stud had a front bar that was kind of low-key and cozy—nothing dirty going on. But if you ventured into the next room, you were privy to a cluster-fuck of guys engaging in oral sex as if out of a Pasolini film.

Well, I never! Well, maybe sometimes. A former steakhouse became one of the most happening bars in town, complete with a pool table, a jukebox, a few hustlers, an occasional big name drop-in like Andy Warholand an assortment of gay types all hanging and cruising. The place had a slightly sleazy edge, which I have to admit was a tiny bit appealing, and the best thing about it was that this way before the domination of niche marketing, so the crowd was pretty all over the place in terms of age and looks.

The Ninth Circle shuttered in The Mike Brody-owned club featured no booze so they could stay open later than other places and very little talking. Just dancing, dancing, dancing. For those in the mood, it was paradise all west. Follow Musto on Instagram, via michaelmusto. Chelsea Community News is made possible with the help of our awesome advertisers, and the support of our readers.