"It’s easy to shrug off one of Hell’s Kitchen's most kitsch gay bars as just another “should we…?” stop on a Thursday night out. But don’t discount the warm vibes, soundtrack that blends Shania-era country with modern pop hits, and cowboy-booted servers, who, after all these years, still dance on the bar multiple times a night. With dim red lighting, “Yippy I’m Gay” t-shirts for sale, and the odd animal skull on the wall, Flaming Saddles is as close to a queer country institution as New York is likely to have." - Brennan Carley
Will Hartman
