|
|
|
|
A guilty-pleasure spot that you certainly want to hate, but secretly adore. Few patios in the city can top B Bar for early-evening cocktails and a quick bite. Tight-assed doormen sometimes seem to forget that their carpet isn't red and their rope isn't velvet, so tread lightly when gents outnumber ladies in your party.
the last time i came here on a tuesday, for beige, i was smoking in the bathroom with amanda lepore, michael musto, andre j and joey arias. oddly, no one batted a lash. it's always a shitshow here.
Is this your venue? Click here to claim this listing and add perks and more.