Bars

The Flaming Saddles

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.

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See how creamy and milky it looks. Thanks to Google, I found it. The creamy liqueur is called Rum Chata.

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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Bathroom Head anyone?

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Some rainbow again.

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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?

The Flaming Saddles

793 9th Ave
New York, NY10019
(212) 713-0481

In Hell’s Kitchen

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Nightlife

A dance & shhh… a bar

After dinner (check out my previous post Ageha Sushi) we took a walk around the neighborhood and stumbled upon… a square dance in Bryant Park? Who knew there was some country in the City.

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Bryant Park

Next Stop

Imagine going out in the “Roaring Twenties”, oh what fun it must be to get all dolled up then sneak around for a drink! According to their website, The Back Room Bar is one of the speakeasies in New York City that operated during the Prohibition era. The place is hidden, of course, so it was confusing as to where to enter. But the bouncers saved the day. I thought it was odd that these guys were standing there but then one guy asked in a deep-confident-voice, “the Back Room?”. Ah, yes. So as we entered we were greeted by an unfriendly and creepy guy in the alleyway asking us to be quiet. Hmmm, ok. So we continued on quietly. Bam! When I opened the door to the bar, boy was it loud.

We decided to go with the signature drinks. Sorry I forgot their fancy names, but one with honey, OJ, vodka, and yeah. It was a refreshing drink. The other drink was Jack with I want to say honey again because BOY it was sweet! After a few sips it tasted like cough syrup, Lil Wayne would be a fan. I also think it made me sick the next day. As you can see the drinks were served in tea cups and beers bottles were served in brown paper bags. Hot socks!

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I was complaining about the Lychee Martini during dinner not being strong, well ou weee here it goes in tea cups.

Ah right, the sunny one down there is called the Bee’s Knees.

Apparently, Bee’s Knee means the best and it was a popular phrase in the 20’s.

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It was a bit crowded, loud, dark, and a mixed of interesting crowd. The place was small, the decor was a 1920’s vintage look, and there were tables and couch seats. The comfy looking couch seats were all taken so we stood near the DJ booth.

It was a little odd to stand there and hang with tea cups (with liquor) in hand. But, hey it was kind of cat’s pajamas.

Where did U go last night?

The Back Room Bar

102 Norfolk St

New York, New York 10002

212 – 228 – 5098

Between Delancey St & Rivington St in Lower East Side

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