Flaming Saddles Saloon — Restaurant in New York

A Rootin’-Tootin’ Rainbow Rodeo!" Well saddle up, partner, ‘cause Flaming Saddles ain't just a bar — it’s a glitter-dusted, boot-stompin’ hootenanny of fierce fabulousness! From the moment I pushed through them saloon doors (okay fine, regular doors — but let me dream), I knew I’d struck gold. 🌈✨

The bartenders? Hotter than a jalapeño in July and twice as spicy — serving up drinks and dance moves like they’re in a showdown with gravity. These cowboys don’t just pour tequila, sugar — they ride the bar like it's a buckin’ bronco, twirlin’, twerkin’, and servin’ sass with every step.

The vibe? Picture this: Wild West meets RuPaul's Drag Race, with a dash of glitter and a whole lotta attitude. The music’s bumpin’, the crowd’s pumpin’, and honey, if you ain’t two-steppin’ in your boots by the end of the night, you did it wrong.

Flaming Saddles is more than just a bar — it’s a queer western wonderland where everyone’s welcome, and the only thing more fierce than the dancing is the sense of community.

Y’all best hitch up your britches and get yourself there — it's the gay ol’ time the wild west always needed. Yeehaw, darling! 🤠💃🌈

— A loyal cowpoke who came for the whiskey and stayed...

If I could write less the one review I would. I was in the restroom having a very personal moment because I had found out very bad news. If I could had made it outside without crying I would have. But the security guard yaji came down there and knocked on the door I asked who it was and they peaked over the door and told me I wasn’t allowed to sit on the toilet and continued to try and pry the door open thinking I was doing doing paraphernalia which I was not he could clearly see that after peaking over the stall which was very much a violation of my privacy. I left obviously after feeling violated and asked him his name. He told me and I went up to the bar tenders and complained they said they sent him down there and apologized for him doing that but wouldn’t really give an explanation as into why he did that other than checking for paraphernalia but never have I ever had someone peak over a closed locked door in the bathroom. I was very violated and anyone wanting to have a lowkey night without drugs mind you I would not come here and I hope someone complains to the police about them or the manager or someone

This happened around 330am on December 6th...

First visit ruined by a rude, tired, bitter benny.

A friend and I walked into Subtle Saddles—I mean, Flaming Saddles—on a weeknight. We decided to hold off on drinks and buy 4-5 songs in the jukebox. We made friends with a small party celebrating a birthday and started dancing on the dance floor.

Right in the middle of the second song—a Whitney song at that—a manager? Or bartender? Turns down the speakers playing our music and begins to criticize us from behind the bar for not spending money on drinks—and!!! Recommends that we leave. ON. A. MICROPHONE.

This was my first and last time at Doused Saddles. I won't be back.

Instead of appreciating the joy and fun we were cultivating with the other party, we were shamed… for something we had, in fact, already done. IMO—you can plant yourself at any other bar, gay or otherwise, and have more fun without thinking about how the air around you is too moist, even though the bar’s empty. How it smells. And how they’d benefit from an air purifier and letting go of the behind the toilet bowl motif.

bitterness from slow business should not be placed on the...