Denise Q.
Yelp
We were very much looking forward to going to this bar since there are just a handful of lesbian bars in the country, so the disappointment experienced was all the more stinging.
This review is based on our experience and observations of a Saturday night.
If you are under 30 and into "you", this is a place you might enjoy. If you have ever had a real conversation with anyone, expect politeness as a matter of course, and don't rely on your phone as a Bible of personal interaction, maybe not so much.
The bartender gave us our drinks with barely a smile and possibly a grunt or low talking. Low talking is the equivalent of not really wanting to speak to you but having to. There were no hellos, no smiles. The bar back gave us her back--taking a literal interpretation of her job.
The "security" consisted of a guy at the front door who glanced at our licenses. On the way out, we were told we could not bring plastic cups of water--that the bar supplied--onto the street by another "security" person. This seemed odd since the sheer depth of weed stench filled our pores at every turn, so water did not seem like a huge violation, but then again, I'm old school.
The bar is downstairs and is a long, almost galley like corridor; upstairs is a small, cramped dance floor, where millennials jump to dance music, packed together in clusters, while holding their phones in one hand, and a drink in another. Hey, not for me, but that's what was happening.
The crowd at this lesbian bar is men, women, and I think transgender, mainly in their 20s, perhaps very early 30s. I know people are sensitive, so I will just say they were a "different" group of humans. As this bar says it welcomes all, I guess there you have it, but as I said being old fashioned, I like my lesbian bars, well, with lesbians.
Anyway, decide for yourself.
If you are in this neighborhood, get something out of it and shop at the nice Tibetan store a block or two away, with a very pleasant, polite Tibetan lady.