So this is where the boys hang! I pass this place frequently and on any day of the week, it always looks so fun inside. I guess I am a sucker for bright colors, bright lights and loud music. So of course I was like a humming bird to a red flower, I wanted to go there. If you are strolling along Ninth Avenue, you can not miss The Flaming Saddles with its bright, energetic, and friendly vibe. I took my bestie there because she is wacky and cool like me.
I had my regular Goose & Soda, but a man to the right of us ordered some drink that looked so creamy, like a White Russian and yum and the bottle looked cool. I’m all about the packaging. So, I asked the bartender and I immediately said yes to trying a shot of it. He suggested mixing it with Fireball Whiskey because it taste like “Cinnamon Toast Crunch”. I didn’t say no to that. We ended up getting a shot, one with Fireball and one without. The one without the Fireball was good, creamy and with some vodka I think it would taste like a White Russian. The “Cinnamon Toast Crunch” shot was delicious, Pumpkin Spice Latte who? I can’t even remember the last time I had the cereal, wooohooo can I have this shot for breakfast… everyday?!
Here’s a cool picture of the shots with the bright lights.
See how creamy and milky it looks. Thanks to Google, I found it. The creamy liqueur is called Rum Chata.
The Flaming Saddles is like a Coyote Ugly Saloon, but for the boys (although all crowds are welcome). They had a country/cowboy vibe going with the boots and country music. Florida Georgia Line concert at Terminal 5… pshttt. The bartenders would climb on the bar and do a dance every now and then individually and sometimes all three would go up and dance across the bar.
I guess the rainbow outside wasn’t enough so there were glimpses of rainbow everywhere you looked in the bar. Do you see the rainbow Stoli word on the bar mat? In the picture above behind the bartender was a displayed rainbow of flavors of Absolute Vodka.
The sign reads, (STRAIGHT WOMEN) NO WOOHOOing. Ha, of course some lady woohooed after the boys did their little dance. I said to the bartender, “I think I heard some lady woohooing.” He said, “It’s okay we strictly enforce it on the weekends.” I responded with a quizzical look, “Really?” “Yeah, we get these bachelorette parties on the weekends and they are really annoying.” Hahah, I ended that conversation with, “ugh yayhhh, that is annoying.”
Bathroom Head anyone?
Some rainbow again.
I wanted to take more pictures but I didn’t want to seem like the tourist who was new to town and have never been to a saloon (a boy saloon). Yeah I was sneaky and took all these nice pics for ya! Hence, the boots pictures… as I’m writing this I’m thinking, hmmm how creepy of me.
The boys were nice, friendly and playful. All three bartenders displayed their unique characteristics. Our bartender was an older, grayish haired, George Clooney, ring leader type. One was fit with a cute innocent girly flare to him. Third, of course he was the funny outgoing guy who was playful, flirty and hairy! The experience was kind of refreshing and strangely comfortable. My boyfriend though would’ve freak out – he freaks out just walking by the place and looks the other way. It’s hilarious like a kid whose afraid of monsters under his bed.
The place wasn’t crowded when we first got there, but it started to fill up. I guess it was early or maybe because it was a weekday, but it was still a happening place. It was spacious, but for some reason this guy kept going over me and almost knocked me over a few times just to get a drink. I am true New Yorker so no one ambushes me and walk away, so I punched him.
Ha J-K. Justtt kidding Friends! Whatever, I let Mr. Stripes slide because I know Mr. Stripes was all nervous and ga ga over Mr. Clooney. So he was afraid to talk to our bartender – I was going to muddle in to help the process along and tell Mr. Clooney that some dudeee… but nahhh. OH, what fun!?
Where did U go last night?
New York, NY10019
In Hell’s Kitchen