Damon asked me to meet him at Goodtimes tonight, and I couldn't be happier that he had. It's oddly one of the only gay clubs in town that I haven't yet been to and I'm sad that I haven't.
The bar is darkly lit but the east facing windows let the evening sun in. The happy hour denizens were all very friendly, and the bartender seemed thrilled to sell me a drink. There were two well appointed pool tables and a leopard print banquet in the back that was great. I didn't venture out to the patio, but it looked beautiful from the outside.
I realize that gay bars aren't everyone's cup o' tea; but if they're yours, go by Goodtimes. The name is pretty accurate.