18613 North Cave Creek Road
Phoenix, AZ 85024
Maricopa County
Phone: (602) 569-0084
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by Pam S. on Yesterday was a hot mess. #1- It was hotter than Hades outside. Not just a little bit- but so much that I seriously considered stripping down. It was the Castro, and Pride, after all. #2- I had intended to head to Dolores Park to enjoy the day, but after being followed and then yelled at by some jackass on a motorcycle who said *i* was a crazy driver (rich coming from a motorcycle driver), then having a mishap involving something, then not being able to find parking ANYWHERE...I was in no mood to go to Dolores and try to find people. Tears were brimming and my stress level was at alert level red. After reading on Twitter that one of my favorite gays was doing a one man pub crawl, I decided to skip the area that was giving me serious negative heart palpitations and head to the gay mecca. His next stop was Trigger, so we entered. Our intention was to have one drink and move on, but those frozen mojitos, even at $8 a pop were NO JOKE. My iPhone last call app says I'm still drunk, even though I only had three. I think. Plus, the lady bartender was really hot. I should have gotten her number. We opted to avoid the crypt-like booths inside for the padded bench smoking area outside (nobody really smoking, so it wasn't bad) to watch the unofficial pride parade walk by. During the day, this place is great, although I could see how it may get a little hectic on the weekends. It's sleek, and pretty cool, although there were some queens in there who were staring me down like I was there to steal their babies. Listen up, gays. Be nice to us hags, we love you. You are not allowed to be bitchy until you a) get a legitimate vag, and b) start bleeding out of it on a monthly basis.
by Nicole F. on Emerald's... Where strange men use the "reeling you in" move to try to get you to talk to them Where you can stand in front of a fire and stare at it because you are drunk and can't really focus on anything else Where you go to watch the Obama inauguration mid-day and they hand you a hotdog...
by Mayola Daskam on I was hoping with a name like this that the clientele would be Jewish long island girls in Juicy sweats with flat-ironed hair. Much to my chagrin, the crowd was even more disgusting than that! We came here before the Roisin Murphy show at Mansion to get our pre-game on. Their happy hour is decent, with $4 well drinks and draught beer. Pretty standard - but they do take credit cards ($20 minimum) which is a plus. Behind the bar you can see the bottles lined up in a cooler for some B+T douchebag to purchase and "impress" the ladies with. Minus points for that because DIY bottle service is so 2007. There aren't many places to sit, but luckily my friends and I snagged a corner couch-type thing for ourselves. Across from us were some relatively unattractive folks chowing down on one of Velour's personal pizzas available on their small bar food menu. It looked good enough, but I'm on a strict diet of vodka and soda so I did not partake. The man chowing down on said pizza was doing so while sipping on some cosmo-y type drink surrounded by some less-than-classy ladies. I'll reserve my comments. Half of the seating in the bar was roped off as VIP - which is inherently humorous considering the place was pretty empty. The bartender was nice and attentive for the most part and the place is kept clean. Bottom line though is that the place is awkwardly setup and seems to attract a majorly lame B+T crowd later on at night. If that's your thing I'd suggest Velour as a hangout, but it's unlikely I'll be back.
