It would be hard to mistake G.A.Y for a sports bar though. It has high ceilings, a mezzanine, and its design scans as fancy—a chandelier, columns, a fireplace, ornate tile work, and some couches—but not too fancy rather, in a way that's more inclusive than exclusive, a decadent hang-out spot, like something you see in a Kenneth Anger movie or Hercules & Love Affair music video. When I took a recent trip there to meet two friends, G.A.Y had just opened at 4 p.m. on a weekday, and enjoying a few beers in the massive, mostly empty space felt inviting rather than overwhelming, like I'd rented out a giant hotel suite I couldn't afford because well, fuck it (also: the place looks really cool on Instagram). And when G.A.Y is crowded into the night, shifting to a dance club atmosphere, it feels like a big private event or friend-packed party. And despite Gay's sports bar caveat, watching basketball here would honestly be preferable to doing it somewhere surrounded by too many televisions and excited, screaming men; or OK, the wrong kind of excited and screaming dudes.