Howdy, pardners! Saturday eve I experienced something brand spanking new in the big city: the kickass gay boot-scootin' Flaming Saddles Country Saloon in Hell's Kitchen.
Pals Bob and Tim introduced me to the joint, which was standing room only with men from the 20s to the 50s, women-friendly (including a table of festive grannies) and—get this—a line outside the door waiting to get a leg up inside the no-cover red-hot destination. It appears that country is the new rock in NYC.
The tavern opened this past October, where sexy "Bad to the Bone Bartenders strut their stuff" behind and on top of the bar. Every 10 to 15 minutes, several climb atop the wooden bar and dance in unison to the down-home country music playing on the digital jukebox. Hot! Fun! Sweet as sugar.
And how refreshing to go to a gay joint where the staff is actually... gay, with tight-fitting jeans, friendly smiles and a generous pour.