328 East Josephine Street
San Antonio, TX 78215
Bexar County
Phone: (210) 227-1187
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by Grant G. on Can't beat the drag show! In the world of gay bars, there are plenty of annoying things to deal with - but Blake's has always been one of my favorites. The newly renovated upstairs area is a great place to chill. The drinks can be expensive, but that is about par for the industry. And the drag show floor is simply just a side of the bar - it gets quite crowded. This has been a mainstay of the Atlanta Gay scene for some time, and I don't see that changing. You can always come back and it's the same diverse crowd.
by Edra Leigers on getting in: WHAT A SHITSHOW! they had no less than five people "working the door" and believe me, it was anything but working. they were making the people on the guest list wait in line with general admission people who hadn't yet paid at a night that would easily reach capacity - what? then despite announcing over and over which line was which people stood in the wrong one and instead of making them get in the right one, the door guys just let them in. similarly, a magic third line formed and they were letting those people in before anyone else who had already been standing around. getting out: SMOKERS BEWARE! there's a line to get outside to smoke. believe it, i almost didn't. then they cram you into a coral of sorts and don't miss any chances to be as unnecessarily rude as possible. standing there waiting [more than enough time to leisurely start and finish a drink by the way] we got to witness all the lovely fighting and people getting thrown out, etc. [note: playing tug of war with the bouncer over your drunk friend will not make them change their mind - especially if she's already been kicked out earlier in the night.] drinks: TEN DOLLARS. in a fake glass plastic cup with a full size straw. the first one had a fair amount of whiskey in it, but the second one absolutely did not. and neither of them were worth ten freaking dollars. upon realizing i couldn't be at this establishment sober, i decided fuck it, and asked for the cheapest beer they had in a bottle. the bartender told me they were all the same price. that's right, a sam adams costs the same as a miller lite. no high life. double fisting coronas, etc. the only thing i can say is that the bartenders downstairs at least did a good job keeping everyone served in a timely manner even on a super crowded night. bathrooms: they had girls working in there to hand you paper towels. it was mortifying for everyone involved. so you're pressured to do a very thorough job of washing up, and then you have to awkwardly stand there with your dripping hands while they give you a paper towel [i sure as hell wasn't going to ask for a second one], and then you're left staring at a huge vase marked "TIPS" and feel pressured into that too. all the girls in there looked miserable and i don't blame them. then they have to watch everyone pick at their face and poke their eyes and fluff their boobs for five hours. ugh. i did like the separate rooms aside from the one huge dancefloor [when it gets packed you WILL fall off that last little step there, so just brace yourself for it] but beware the hired muscle will get a stick up their ass about dancing on the tables. you know, the ones that are like eight feet square and only ankle height, at a night where usually things set up like that are MEANT to dance on. move that shit out of my way then. top it off with slimy guys who think they need to put their hands all over your waist and ass and call you "baby" just to get by to the bar and there you have it. enter at your own risk, preferably much more lubricated than i was.
