posted by June 28 at 9:25 AMon
I’m sure there will be several posts about Pony, the new gay bar that opened on Pine Street last night. It occupies the Cha Cha’s old space and it’s temporary—Cha Cha moved out because the building is coming down in a few months. Pony isn’t going to be with us long, but that didn’t stop Marcus & Co. from pullout the stops. The place is gloriously sleazy, and here’s hoping the Liquor Control Board doesn’t take issue with the Athletic Model Guild boys wheatpasted all over the walls.
I have two quick observations: Pony’s much-discussed glory hole? You would need a 10 inch cock to get a blowjob. It’s not a hole cut into a divider between bathroom stalls, but a hole cut through the bathroom’s walls. The wall is about six inches thick, so… uh… if you’re inspired to stick your dick through it, there’s not going to be much on the other side for your mysterious friend to work on. On the plus side, the hole in one bathroom is roughly waist high, the hole in the other bathroom is roughly, uh, cock-sucking-mouth high. But it’s more of a peep hole than a glory hole—and when my boyfriend needed to take a piss he made me come with him and hold my hand over it.
Second, the Ms. Pac-Man machine—love it. But… this is hard to describe. You put in your quarter and you get three Ms. Pac-Men. One is ready to go on the grid, two are in reserve at the bottom of the screen. But as soon as the game starts one of the reserve Ms. Pac-Men disappears! Basically, the game starts after you’ve already lost a Ms. Pac-Man. But you didn’t lose one, one disappeared. You’ve been cheated—cheated!
Other than the overhyping of the glory/peephole (we’re the guiltiest parties), and the disappearing Ms. Pac-Man, Pony is perfect in every possible way. Oh, and anyone that’s never heard of Joe Dellisandro, or wonders why he was such a big deal, needs to go to Pony.