Content originally written for the Let’s Go: USA & Canada Guide by our researcher-writer, Graham Bishai.
1509 Broadway; (206) 324-5358; www.neighboursnightclub.com; W-Th 10pm-2am, F-Sa 10pm-4am, Su 10pm-2am
Mirrors, disco balls, dancers and tasteful lights give this spacious dance hall a pinch of Hollywood chic, while its simple black interior lowers the stakes. Video cuts projected on the walls pulse to the electronic beats of the DJ in the balcony booth upstairs. Many nights, go-go dancers dazzle the crowd around them on modest platforms in the center of the dancefloor. Dress is casual, but that doesn’t stop some people from putting on their best—or taking it off. There are three bars: one upstairs where there are tables and billiards. The club is a gay establishment; its clientele, while mostly gay men, includes all kinds. It’s a fun, energetic, and feel-good environment. Finish your drink before 2am or they will take it away.
Cover before 11 is $5, 11pm-1am $8, after 1am $10; drinks $6-12; BGLTQ+ friendly; wheelchair accessible; 18+ W 10pm-2am and F-Sa 2am-4am; through the back alley only after 2am
St. Johns Bar and Eatery ($$)
719 E. Pike St.; (206) 245-1390; www.saintjohnsseattle.com; open M-F 11am-2am, Sa-Su 10am-2am
This laid back restaurant and bar has eclectic character, yet is impressively elegant. On the back porch, there is an eclectic set of trinkets (read: random shit) and picturesque lights that make it feel neighborhoody. Happy Hour is weekdays from 2pm-6pm and features $2 beer, $3 sangria, and other discounted options. On the food side, it’s got decent portions for decent price, and most of all, it’s tasty without being a tryhard.
Beers $3-6, entrées $8-16; vegetarian, vegan, and gluten-free options available; wheelchair accessible
Graham left behind the stressed-out chaos of Cambridge for the laid back life on the West Coast. A refreshing change of pace, he assumed, until the line for coffee on his first morning took 2 mins longer than he’s used to, and the Northeast nasty jumped out. Starting in Vancouver, Graham meandered south, toning his calves being a pedestrian on San Francisco’s hills and by navigating the monstrosity that is Los Angeles using just his feet and public transit (only resorting to Uber twice!) Graham’s love for the West Coast life only increased as he sat by the Puget Sound in Seattle, sipped kombucha in the crunchy cafes of Portland, climbed into a waterfall in Yosemite and stayed in an abandoned opera house in Death Valley. By the time he hit upper 80s sun of San Diego, buff calves and sun tanned, the words “West Coast, Best Coast,” almost slipped out of his mouth. Identity crisis looming, he figured it was time to go home.