Gay dive that's a nice counterbalance to the frat-tastic bullshit of the Upper West Side.

Much to the chagrin of PATH riders, this rowdy haunt shares the block with the Christopher Street PATH station.

Post-Cock 'tude-free gay bar holds it down for the E.V. post-Soviet style.

Formerly O.W. (as in Oscar Wilde), this is the least interesting of the Upper East Side gay venues. The Chelsea-generic bar’s most enticing feature is the patio out back. Come after work for happy hour and mingle with friendly enough retail queens a

Try to ignore the pentagram mosaic in the middle of the garden.

Cowboy up for gay western kitsch and dancing barkeeps.

Chelsea long-runner graduates from the yacht to the cruise ship, keeps on shopping at Banana Republic.

Stronghold of the Dyke Universe. Softball chic.

For sex positive activists, and their friends...

Cave-like space for TLC-inspired dance parties.

Pre-Stonewall gay dive is still a riot.

Girl-boy trannies, who happen to be the wait staff, act bitchy while belting out "It's Raining Men." Tacky-licious!

Come here for goofy drinks and the company of trannies, who do everything from tend bar to wait tables and (rumor has it) sell coke...

Creaky wood floors and show tunes on full-blast from the baby grand in the corner make this West Village gay-bar the shiznit.

Happy gay bar with fireplaces. Lesbian Wednesdays rule.

Barely legal boys hook grandpas at this gay institution.

What's that I smell in the air? Oh. PineSol.