by Éric T. on The Cinch is everything I wish the boy bars in LA could be. It was a quirky mix of people...flamers, trolls, queens, muscle tops, leather daddies, pocket-sized gaysians and of course, the hags, lezbots, beards and straights. Our bartender was cool. He could tell I was shocked by such a mix. Was that really a drag queen in a feather boa and knock-off Christian Leboutins having a drink next to a leather daddy wrapped head to toe in denim, leather and body hair? The decor got on my nerves. I understand 5 de Mayo is around the corner but it looks like Frida Kahlo threw up crepe paper all over this place. Those frilly things on the ceiling? They're wedding decorations. Get it right.
by Lita Follansbee on It's interesting that the streetside part of the venue can have a well-lit cocktail conversation crowd (I just wish the house techno music wasn't so loud), but then you can just cross over into the stage-side area and bump-n-grind in the dark. Not that I've done that.
