Barracuda is the long-running gay lounge, complete with drag entertainment, which has helped keep Chelsea from being yesterday’s gay bastion of boozey brassiness.
But when I dropped by the place recently — to the delight of millions — I remember thinking, “They could use a little bit of a redesign here. Just a tad of a spruce-up, you know?”
Well, I went home, clicked my heels three times, and went to bed singing ABBA tunes, and when I awoke, it had been magically done!
And here it is!
I do adore the portrait wall that includes everyone from Phil Spector to a real clown.
And it looks like the paintings are even on velvet!
Could anything be more boozily, brassily gay?