So there's this opening of a new gay bar happening, right? Rod sent me the email notification of its impending arrival, and my reaction was, "This looks horrifying.". Oddly enough, Rod felt differently and wrote a nice little review and encouragement to join him at the opening this coming Monday, October 3rd (see link above).
We've since received another email, this time with photos! (See above and below.) Bartenders dance on the bar...in boots! And tight boot-leg jeans a la cowboys!
Personally, the mere fact it's in Hell's Kitchen is enough to turn me off it, but the additional fact that it will boast a "rootin' tootin'" rodeo-ready staff and theme is the nail in the coffin of my desire to visit. Why such a nay-sayer about what will undoubtedly be the hottest bar in HK for the first few days, if not weeks? Obviously, I'm feeling crabby (for no real reason) today, but I also admit to a rather blind bias against anything country. I grew up with "cowboys" like this down in Alabama and there is nothing hokier, nor more infuriating, than a cheesy fucking country-lovin', gun-totin', rebel-flag flyin', tobacco-spittin' redneck in my book. Hello, Tea-baggers!
To distance us from my heated remarks above, let's look at a handy-dandy Gay Bar naming guide found over on smarty-pants site, Slate. No, really. Go look!!
Interestingly, Flaming Saddles doesn't seem to fit any of the naming conventions explored there...not even "Names that might possibly be double-entendres", so maybe they are in for trouble! Wait...maybe it's "Names that refer to things that get pounded"?
Photos courtesy of Flaming Saddles.