The only Gulch most gays seem to know is Elvira, but suddenly a western-styled, cowboy-hatted joint has opened in Hell’s Kitchen, for those craving both a hoedown and a ho-down.
It’s Flaming Saddles Saloon (793 Ninth Avenue, at 53rd Street), which goes against the sophisticated, too-cool-for-school trend in gay nightlife, instead promising friendly cowpokes, so to speak, and hot shooters, as it were.
It’s “the new kickass Country Western Gay Saloon, where the Bad to the Bone Bartenders strut their stuff (behind as well as on top of the bar) & always aim to to please.
“Customers are advised to pull themselves up by their boot straps, put on their Tight Ass Jeans, and boogie on over to the Wild Wild West Side of NYC.”
Might this not sound a lil’ bit resonant of a trip to a County Bears Jamboree?
I’m not sure, but there was a big crowd at the opening last night — where they unsuccessfully tried to lower a red bandanna over my head as I entered — and Lord knows, every single out gay in country will surely drop by.
Like, um, Chely Wright and, um, er …
Aw, hell. Leather queens always looked like the Oak Ridge Boys anyway.