by Joseph V. Amodio
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Whatever your style, from romantic
to raunchy, the citys got you covered when it
comes to gay nightlife options. After a day of sightseeing,
start off the night with a cocktail or espresso at Dacksy,
a friendly lounge with sugar cube seats in the back
and neon blue lighting for a sleek, mod look. Punto
BCN is another popular hangout that gets jam-packed
on weekends, while the Bacon Bear Bar holds fun theme
nights. Or mingle with the diverse crowd (white collar
to wild boyz) at Café Dietrich. They host drag
strip shows, and on some nights youll score a
free pass to Metro when you buy a drink.
Metro, a popular gay disco, offers two
dance floors and a back room. The crowd skews slightly
older, and you might even catch male couples dancing
the traditional Sevillana. Bikini, a straight club,
hosts Tuesday is Tuesgay underwear parties
(Snap up party-ready underwearplus swimwear, denim,
and slick tees bedazzled with Swarovski crystalsat
ES4U, a shop in Eixample).
Youll find a mixed crowd drinking
and dancing (and lots of young heteros sucking face)
at Otto & Zutz, which boasts two levels and three
dance floors for the masses, plus a third-floor private
room for VIPs and the elderly (that is, anyone over
Options for lesbians are fewer but no
less festive. The Arena folks have several clubs across
the city, including Aire/Sala Diana, a mainstay on the
lesbian scene for years. Women of all ages mix and mingle
round the spacious dance floor and friendly bar. Kiut
Disco is open Thursday through Sunday nights, and the
new club, Whip, offers electro/house on one dance floor,
Spanish charts and oldies on another.
Barcelonas party-all-night mantra
is a blast, though it takes getting used to even for
a night owl like myself. On a Saturday night I squeeze
in dinner, then drinks at two bars before rushing over
to arguably the citys hottest dance scene, Salvation.
The doormen here are gruff and selective, but the buff
bartenders pour a nice drink. Both dance floors are
packed, one throbbing with house music, the other with
disco and chochi (Spanish trashpop). The crowd is young,
trendy, and going till dawn.
At 5 A.M., or so, Im back on the
street, lost again in the Gothic. I follow a trickle
of college students who seem to know where theyre
going. Sure enough, Im soon back on Las Ramblas,
and from here I know the way.
Its been said that the famed,
gay, Spanish writer Federico García Lorca, who
was killed by pro-Franco militants in 1936, was a fan
of this boulevard, calling it the only street
in the world I wish would never end. Its
easy to see why. Even at night the strip seems to glow.
The boulevard is broken up into sections: La Rambla
de Santa Monica, La Rambla de Sant Josep (where youll
spot a Joan Miró mosaic on the pavement), and
so on. At the top, near the Casanova, its called
La Rambla de Canaletas, named for the old Canaletas
fountain located in the plaza. Legend has it that those
who drink from the fountain will always return to Barcelona.
Hmmm, I think to myself, as I turn toward
my hotel. Then stop. Then double back. After all, it
couldnt hurt to take a sip.