Photo from Wikipages ^[1]

Last night, I went to Nowhere. And by Nowhere ^[2] I mean a smallish gay bar in the Union Square ^[3] area. I was meeting up with friends and thought that Nowhere was another gay bar in the area, whose name I forget, with flashing lights and painfully loud music. I was happily surprised to find it was not.

Nowhere’s interior is cozy and brick, with a pool table in the back and an adorable, fake fireplace in the front. They serve 2 for 1 drinks on Fridays until 9. Always nice. The place has a chill vibe, perfectly comfortable to heteros. I came to the conclusion that going Nowhere is sometimes a good idea.