Club House

In my vigilant quest to hit every gaybar in the city, I took a trip with D. over to the East Village's newest offering - ClubHouse. With my torn jeans, I felt a bit out of place amidst the crowd of well-dressed and polished youth. "This is Avenue C, isn't it?" I asked D. under my breath as I admired the curved wave-of-a-wall behind the bar. The bar-staff was excellent, but the drinks were a little too expensive for my tastes. On the flip side, they do offer some tasty bar-nuts that looked pretty safe - so if you are like me, you can balance out the price of your drink with a few handfuls of the salty-snack. Run by the team that brought you Starlight and owned Wonder Bar (until they got evicted a couple of months ago), this bar is just too close to my apartment for me not to try it every now and then. Note to self: Next time, no torn jeans.