by Charisse M. on Weird how I walk into a gay bar and feel more insecure than I have ever felt anywhere else. Maybe it was the fact that it was a Monday night. Nobody likes Mondays. I'm definitely the outcast/minority... especially walking in with a group of four other straight girls. All eyes on us. Burning. "What do THEY think they're doing here?" Sigh. My mind is probably overactive and I am overreacting. However as we get settled in and order some drinks I am feeling good and more at home. Have a few conversations here and there, even get in a little dance move or two, take some pictures-- but let's face it-- it's a meat market and I am the grade D cube steak. Oops, self esteem drops another 10 points as soon as the drag show gets under way. Why do they all look exponentially better than I do? Why isn't my ass that perky? I want to dance and twirl too. Really, the truth is that I am entranced. I don't want it to end. I love the hood white girl with the big ass. I want to watch her shake it all night long. She let me touch it. I almost got electrocuted. In summation... I had a great time at Blake's. Drag show is six days a week, you can't beat that! I will be returning for sure and will aim for a weekend night. Because nobody likes Mondays.
by Raleigh Kannenberg on Friday night. Waited in line outside. Got in and the place was sardine-style crowded. Literally squeezed and snaked my way through the majority of the bar (which is quite big, two substantial floors worth) looking for my party. Once I reached the group I actually had room to relax on a booth and get drunk on the free Vodka. (Someone else was paying... I wish I'd known who so I could thank them.) This is a gay bar, hence the crowd is 99.9% beautiful men. So even though I found my company unattractive in a straight you-turn-me-on-I-wanna-jump-your-bones kind of way, it was still above average people watching. The skinny male go-go dancers were a disappointment though. I've always appreciated the fact that most gay men can dance really really well. But the go-go dancers here had a different style going on. Something a bit too young, girly and boringly repetitive. On a more personal note, the attention I received was interesting. I never realized I was so darn cute. It didn't seem to matter what I said or did, everything about me was adorable to the men I socialized with. Fun! But I hate lines and crowds, so it gets a 2.
by Danielle C. on First words of wisdom.. make a reservation weeks in advance. As you wait for your table and rest assure.. you will have to wait, you can try to steal a seat in the lounge. (forget about a seat a the bar) the wait usually isn't too long however the lounge is a tad overcrowded so ditch the order of red wine. You are either seated in the main dining area with a great view of the giant Buddha or upstairs overlooking the entire place. The music is pumping so don't expect to get someones life story over dinner. Fortunately its no abercrombie and fitch that leaves you with a migraine for 3 weeks, its only a bit louder then usual purely to add the last trendy touch to make it the "it" restaurant Diddy will rent out next. You cant go wrong with anything on the menu. The sushi is perfection and i never leave there without ordering the vegetable dumplings that melt in your mouth. The cost is reasonable esp for a restaurant in new york city. Sky*
