Eagle NYC — Restaurant in New York

This is long cause I have to detail: They have the rudest clothes check person. I went to visit the NYC Eagle tonight for the first time, as I'm a regular to the Eagle LA and I've been to other Eagles and had good experiences (Long Beach, SD, Dallas,etc.) I thought I would feel home. Wrong!

I saw online they had a jockstrap night and I have attended other underwear nights in different cities so I thought It was gonna be fun, I went and they told me the cover was $5 (for charity, Perfect) then I approached the clothes check and I saw the tip jar, I told the guy I didn't have singles so I was gonna tip him later, without further explanation he said it's $5, I thought he was refering to the cover that I had already purchased to the other guys (I had my stamp and I tried to show it) and I told him I already paid, and he said again it's 5$, but I kept thinking he was refering to the cover so I said again I already paid. So because of my confusion, he started to have a bad attitude and be condescending and I apologized saying it's my first time there as I'm visiting from LA and then I handed out $20, and explained to him (as a way to be friendly and make conversation) that in LA when it's underwear night they usually don't charge for clothes check, only tip, so that's why he caught me off guard without knowing what was going on (Hello, I'm a tourist) So I didn't know the procedure; I think he thought I was complaining or I didn't want pay, which was not the case, I simply had no idea that there were 2 different charges. Then he started saying things like "this is new york bro, this is not LA, if I say pay you pay, I don't care where you go, this is new york bro, you have to be fast. etc", all acting in a rude kinda-thug manner... it was around 7pm and it's not like there was a line waiting to justify him being all rushed or whatever, I was the only one checking his clothes at the moment. I said, "I know this may be the NY attitude but I don't like your attitude.... you know what, I don't want anything, just give me my money back, I don't want this anymore" by then his attitude already put me in a bad mood and I didn't want to stay in a place I no longer felt comfortable, and it wasn't about the money anymore, as a tourist I was having a good day and I wasn't being confrontational or wanted to have any arguments, so I chose to leave. I don't care where you are but if someone is working in customer service and cannot explain things in a nice way or treat a tourist in good way maybe that is not the job for him. I said I'm sorry if he's having a bad day but I didn't want to stay, to which he started to keep utteting the same things about NY, I left him talking cause I didn't want any confrontation and I approached to the other guys for the refund of the other cover I had payed before, the other guys were nice and apologized on his behalf but the douchebag of the clothes check already put me in a bad mood, I said I was coming back another time, but I lied, I don't ever wanna go there again or spend a single penny...

Why men need women

I never thought I'd say this, but men really do need women. For anyone who disagrees, spending just one night at the Eagle should immediately disabuse them of any such notions to the contrary.

This May, I was - what I initially thought - lucky enough to spend one night within the confines of this establishment. We arrived at about 10pm, late by most standards, to find the venue rather deserted - except for the bears wearing nothing but jockstraps wandering around the second floor. This, perhaps, was our first warning sign. Unperturbed, however, we proceeded to purchase cocktails - spicy margs of course - before settling into a corner to watch the evenings events unfold. The venue itself began to fill up from around 11pm, and was positively overflowing with men from 12pm. Shirts made a disappearance from midnight.

Dear reader, as I’m sure you are already aware, without the presence of women to uphold the morals and norms of our society, men quickly revert to a more animalistic state. For straight men, this tends to involve hitting things, being smelly, or searching for a woman with whom to found the next generation. But for gay men, for whom procreation is impossible, this leans more towards the habit of spraying their future generations up the walls or onto any unsuspecting individual that just so happens to be nearby.

It was 1am when I turned to my friend on my he dance floor - surrounded by a sea of sweaty, testosterone-covered, gyrating white bodies, and remarked: ‘Oh my gawd! - picking up the local lingo obvs - There are no women!’ We both froze, the gravity of what this meant suddenly dawning on us.

Looking to my left, I saw muscle gays fondling each other, switching to my right, i spotted bears doing much the same, with some Lycra-clad bicycle gays - clearly didn’t get the shirtless memo - up to no good behind them. Peering through the near impenetrable wall of sweaty bodies, I saw a man on his knees doing something to another man that I shall not defile present company’s ears by describing in a public forum.

Dear reader, a night at this establishment is a must at least once in your life - but maybe just once. And, as I now always say, attend for the vibes - not because you want to find someone. On my trip, I made the mistake of doing the latter, which meant I only met one man worth talking to. ‘Oh my gawd, you’re from London, I love The Times newspaper,’ he gurgled between tequila shots. This immediately prompted an in-depth discussion from myself about the future chances of Nicola Sturgeon in the next general election, and whether the reign of the SNP was at an end. Let’s just say, his love of The Times may...

I would be very honest if I said I felt beyond horrible , we donde went cuz we have a plan we went cuz we were looking a place to dance and the guy in my hotel told us about the place . We arrive front door guy was very nice but the atmosphere was very weird , and I feel insecure, then we went to buy drinks and I could say with my heart I never feel so disappointed of being gay and Latin , the guy that go take my order was racist and he didn’t like us there , he literally said : why you’re here ! . I understand that maybe we weren’t in the dress code, but we were wearing pants shirt very casual , I don’t know if he wanted us to be naked ?. Then I asked for a soda , I don’t knew what they sell ? So I ask what kind of soda you guys have , he reply this is America so we have everything. It was rude it was very disappointing and at some point I felt some Kind of humiliation. We stay there for 20 minutes , and we just left , there’s not security there so we can see how the people were touching each other and try to steal from them , I don’t know if the place have any knowledge about it but it happens so I just would like to say IF YOURE DESPERATE FO THERE . I try to speak with someone about my experience but no one was able to pick the phone and said a word. Which means the support and “gay friendly” environment it’s just an excuse to make money and...