The Boiler Room: My Nymphet Equivalent

Boiler Room, disco ball of my night, fire of my liver. My Sin, my soul. Boi-ler Rooooom: the way the lips slightly part as the last syllable escapes the mouth and puckers as the “m” oozes from the back of the throat. Boi. Ler. Rooooom.

This is one of my favorite (more inconspicuous) places to frequent in the L.E.S. They have a pool table, a dance floor, comfy banquets, plenty of table seating, and the cheapest drinks around. Well drinks start as low as $3.50, and these boys know how to pour. You’re not getting any watered down drinks around here. They fill that glass to the top with liquor, only adding the smallest amount of mixer to your whiskey gingers, gin and tonics, or whatever else your frivolous drunken heart desires.

Technically this is a “gay bar”, and it is my favorite gay bar in the city. Every time I have taken a date there, it has been nothing but magic. She and I dancing to “99 Red Balloons”, getting properly inebriated for $10, playing pool with a couple of guys who just think she is fabulous, and then she and I walking down 4^th St. arm and arm, cross-eyed, stumbling, slurring, in love – if only for a night.

So, ladies and gentlemen of the broke-ass drunken night, exhibit number one is the Boiler Room, a great place to stop in for a few stiff drinks, or an enchanting place to take a date whether you’re gay, straight or bi (Look at that triangle of thorns!).

The Boiler Room
86 East 4^th St.
New York, NY 10003
Between 1^st Ave. and 2^nd Ave. [East Village]

Image from boilerroomnyc.com