Boiler Room

If I gave a shit about sounding cool I’d leave this place off the list, but honestly I spend a lot of time at The Boiler Room. It’s a bit of a hole, yet I keep coming back. It could be the $3.50 mixed drinks, or the jukebox that pumps out house party classics until 4 A.M. The crowd is also about as mixed as it gets, which is refreshing in a city that keeps its gays segregated by where they live, what they wear and who they know. After 2 A.M. on any given Friday or Saturday night, I’m pretty much guaranteed to run into a familiar face. It’s like that bar in Cheers, except everyone loves cock and is singing along to Hole and Rihanna.