If you're in town for a weekend and want a taste of Midwestern man-candy, Roscoe's is the place to find the barrel-chested white boy you've always dreamed of corrupting. A popular cocktail is the lemon-squeeze—careful, its deadly. While roving circuit parties tend to dominate the scene, Shpagat calls to mind the best hometown hangout with plenty of cute boys to cruise. Packed on the weekend with dark-haired Portuguese demigods, the old-school hangout is best on weeknights just before a long evening stumbling around town. The big draw here is the open bar. Great indie music on the jukebox, stiff drinks, hot guys, good times. Though the lobbyists and Supreme Court clerks that gather there are a highly compensated bunch, it seems like no one pays to play, since they've all slept with the hunky bartenders.
The grande dame of New York City's gay bars, Julius' is the oldest, most continuously popular and popping gay bar in town.
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A laid-back, flip-flop and shorts dive bar with gorgeous guys, its 2-for-1 Wednesdays and Saturdays runs all day until close. The ideal gay frat house, a plethora of rooms to play in await here in this South Beach must. Definitely the best Latin discoteca in the area, Karamba makes a point of embracing elements of Latin American culture with dance jams like salsa, merengue, reggaeton, and Latin pop. A Br'er Rabbit impersonator serves watermelon slices, a laser light show illuminates the spectacular go-go boys on stilts, and a m'lange of high-energy beats emanates from the many nooks and crannies in this multilevel party kingdom. And no matter what your taste, you'll find plenty of others looking for a good time time with the resident DJs.
A little out of the way due to the lack of a tube station, the narrow club is host to a plethora of mixed artsy eccentrics. But we're sure that this will only stoke the fires of debate. Recently renovated, this Marais bar has become a must of the 4th Arrondissement. A word of caution: Gay-loving straight boys invade for last call and throw the trannies around like large, fluffy cushions.