An inquiry into the lost gay bars of San Francisco – in the era of dawning equality and Grindr. The names of the old haunts are classics:
The Purple Pickle, the Elephant Walk, the Gilded Cage, the Giraffe. Peke’s Palace, Connie’s “Why Not?,” Cissy’s Saloon. Mona’s Candlelight. Paper Doll, Paradox, Old Crow, Nothing Special. A mixture of old queens and young bucks. One culture that ended in liberation, and another that fell in revolution.
I love the idea of a bar called “Nothing Special.” But I think my regular jager joint would be Paradox. Update from a reader:
On that list of old gay bars, you missed one of my favorites: The White Swallow. Nobody ever got that one.
The Dish 