redmike2012

last stop before I 90

if you're making your way to the east side or 90, the stallion is the last stop after making the long trek from 117 st. much ado is made of this bar being the oldest in Cleveland. so what? it has nothing to show but memorabilia on the walls. someone below wrote theres plenty of conversation. surprises me. like every other bar in town people only talk to their friends. if you go alone be prepared to be alone for the whole time. it's not a leathrmens hangout despite whats said below. elderly gentlemen and some older queens looking for company. that's all.

crickets chirping...

cocktails was not on the CLAW list this year. not surprised. last time they had a bear party sponsored by claw and barely anyone showed. this year during the weekend thought that some men would make their way down. was i wrong! at the long bar, tiny groups occupied opposite ends. usual suspects. no one under age of 40. probably noone under age of 55. basement was open. good news! but looked like all queens. i said it before i will say it again. why cant this city have a real leather bar? cleveland is big enough. it is supposed to be a blue collar town. i guess its true that all gay men are white collar office drones. except for me i guess.

Where you hope you don't end up when you're older

two types of guys go to the hawk. those who have given up and those drunk and horny. go early and its so creepy, unwashed, and stale that you feel itchy when you sit down. half the bar stools are broken, the bathroom reeks of who knows what and is never clean, dust hangs in strands from the ceiling, skeezy types camp out for hours at a time. disco and rap (?!) blast from the jukebox and at night they leave the door open so you freeze. wonder why it gets low reviews. bob is the good thing about the place.