"You know this is a gay bar, right?"
Jim Faulkner was the first person I talked to at Roosterfish, and he wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting into. I was well aware. In fact, I had spent the evening trying to find exactly this gay bar.
Its patrons unanimously agree that it's the only gay dive bar this side of West Hollywood, but you'd never know it if you were just stopping in for a cold beer on a hot summer afternoon (except for all the male erotic art). For the best in gay-friendly whistle wetting, hit up Roosterfish in Venice.
Barely noticeable from the street, Roosterfish's understated exterior is reflected by its interior, with exposed brick walls, cement floors and cases of beer stacked against the walls as furniture. The minimalist approach serves the casual nature of the bar well, making Roosterfish a great, man-cavey place to shoot some pool, throw some darts, or to just take it all in at the bar.
"As an out-of-towner, this reminds me of a really fun, up-and-coming San Francisco bar," said Frisco native Aaron Lucas. "It's not typical L.A. - all 'plastic-y' and over-moisturized, with guys saying 'I can totally get you on my reality TV show.' This is realer; more 'manly man.' See - that guy has pit stains. I can appreciate that."
"That guy" was Collin McNamee, a scruffy, medium-built bartender who was simultaneously fashionable and rough around the edges. Patrons informed me that these physical characteristics were the very definition of the term "otter," a colloquialism I had never heard before. Other things I learned while submerged in gay culture include the terms "bear" (a large, hairy blip on the gaydar) and "family" (as in, "His scarf tassels match his belt AND his socks - honey, he's family"). I also got an education in bracing for the shock (or awe, sure) of fornicating ceiling art, and the cataclysmic effects of McNamee's blueberry kamikaze on my sobriety. I dare you to call this drink "fruity."
Apparently, this kind of gaiety is nothing new to Roosterfish, which turns 31 this Memorial weekend. Says doorman Michael Johnson, "We are a word-of -mouth bar. Everyone in the gay community knows about us because we're the cheapest drinks on Abbott Kenney - still. Anyone that flies into LAX knows about Roosterfish."
This was no exaggeration, as everyone I met at Roosterfish was either from another side of LA, another side of California, or another side of the planet.
Rohan Strachan had walked off the plane from Sydney just hours before, but almost immediately found his way to Roosterfish - a bar you'd miss entirely if you didn't know what you were looking for - by asking his hotel's bell hop where to find the hottest Westside gay bar.
"The drinks are really strong here. We'd pay three times this anywhere else. There's just such a high concentration of groovy," he said, laughing with his sister, who had accompanied him from Australia. Both seemed enthusiastic about finding such an amicable environment on such short notice.
Speaking of sisters, while Roosterfish admittedly caters specifically to the boys-only club, they have no qualms about making regulars out of lesbians. Big Apple transport Alexa Broida calls Roosterfish "the bar where everyone knows your name. There's no bars like this in NYC - just clubs. It's the people that make it. It's not a lesbian hang out, but the girls feel just as comfortable as the guys. It's equal opportunity gay."
It's equal opportunity fun, period - and at the sacrifice of absolutely nothing. It's a gay bar that also allows lesbians, breeders, and even beach attire. Try finding a straight bar with that much tolerance.
And nothing pairs with tolerance like a stiff one. Cheers. read more