Hank's Bar — Restaurant in Maitland

End of the road. Came upon this place via Google Maps and thought I would stop in. My first clue it was going to be a bad experience is when I pulled in the parking lot and a very drunk man was trying to climb into his car and decided to come over and ask me questions for 15 minutes about my car...I could barely get away.

I walk into this stank hole of a place that is so dark you cannot see the other side of the bar. I let me eyes adjust for a few seconds and make out a door to what appears to be a fenced in patio from the outside. Once out there, I immediately encounter 8 men sitting a picnic table getting higher than a kite.

Walking past them, the patio is a maze fence with tall plants. As I get to the end, it dawns on me that is not an area for drinking (if you get my drift) but before I can react the bartender from inside comes charging at me to inform me that there is a one drink minimum. I accompany the bartender back inside and order a beer. He asks which one, I say "shock top" and he says, "oh, one of those flavored beers". He asks for $3.50, I give him a $5 and thank him for his day. I dare not touch the bottle or the change laying on the bar.

As I turn to escape, some guys at the bar ask me how big something is. I smile and wish them a nice day as well.

I feel for any roaches that were not...

Hanks is a bit old school, but so what...I am old. Hahahahaha! But what has worked for older lgbtq+ folks this well for this many years will work for anyone in the years to come, believe me. I've chosen to move out of state to get treated better than what stupid Florida bureaucracies proffered as I reached retirement, but for two hundred or more miles around this new place 'o mine I have NOT found any establishment as affordable, friendly, intelligently sane, or thrillingly adventurous as Hanks. I really miss it. I made Hanks work sometimes for me as a comfy...

I love Hanks it’sself and I always have, but it could be totally be elevated. It is absolutely unsanitary. The bathroom smells like hell. The owner pays her one employee minimum and is swiping money off of the LGBT community, doing nothing to give back. Having a DJ or something like bingo means that you actually care about the gay community and that you’re employing other people other than yourself. This bar can be so much more than what it is without changing its character. I am so angry at the owner for leaving...