Roscoe's will always occupy a special place in my heart. It was the first gay bar I went to after arriving in Phoenix nearly eight years ago, and the de rigueur after-practice meeting place during my brief stint with the local gay rugby club. Good beer, cheap-'n-greasy munchies, darts and pool, and great satellite sports viewing elevate this place to be a good neighborhood hangout, gay or otherwise. The fact that the gay boys ("str8 acting," "iso str8 acting," or "str8 acting-in-training") congregate there is just the icing on the cake.