As a member of the “alternative” clan in NYC one likes to think everything is at hand. We hardly ever consider the thought that there may be destinations closed off to our patronage. Those types of things don’t happen in Gotham.
Then you step out gagging for a cocktail after a night at the ballet and you find yourself confronted by the likes of something that might itself not gain entry to Whole Foods – simply based on their general form – and are made to endure their schpiel on why you cannot patronize their establishment.
Friday night, three gay men – yes, I am one of them - were refused entry to the Dream Hotel’s lobby bar – Rm. Fifty 5, in midtown, for being “alternative.”
It minded little that the couple preceeding us looked like they had come straight out of the back woods of Alabama wearing their JC Penny best. We were three guys and if allowed in, we would off-set the ratio to the businesses clientele – so we were told.
“Will you have any girls joining your party,” the short chubby doorman in a bad grey suit asked? This was a puzzling inquiry and I initially thought it a joke.
‘Why would three gay men be needing to have women join them after a night at the ballet,’ I asked. ‘We are self contained,’ I added with a smile.
“We can’t let you in,” replied chubby-poo. Wow!
So we did what should’ve been done in the first place, we re-routed over to Vlada Lounge a few short blocks away for quick cocktails and snappy tunes at the hands of the above pictured DJ and his glam girl and thanked the heavens for having a spot to go to and finally having the sense to redirect. (I don’t know what the hell we were thinking in the first place!)
But the shock of the night was still felt as a hard reality that even in the center of Metropolis bias acts can occur! One is never safe.