7pm-10pm; $4 well drinks and beer
F at Second Ave.; L at First Ave.
The schizo space that housed homo haunt Wonder Bar until it became the dive Duck Bar has returned to its gay roots. Beyond the velvet-draped entrance that’s guarded by a bouncer with the detached poise of a KGB officer, a marquee’s worth of burlesque red light bulbs adorn a jewel-box in which faux-hawked locals and hoodie-clad Chelsea boys flirt their way into communal oblivion while imbibing drinks that are priced for the Cold War. The nightly D.J. acts have developed loyal followings.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.