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PARK SLOPE, BROOKLYN — If you want a identify to celebrate Pride in New York City watch no further than Park Slope, critics say.
Ginger's Bar, a beloved woman loving woman bar (the only one in Brooklyn), and Good Judy, a queer exclude and event venue, were named among the foremost LGBTQ bars to commemorate Pride — and call on year round — by Eater editors.
The two Fifth Avenue bars are named among 17 LGBTQ spots on the list — including some steeped in history for their gay-rights advocacy — which was released Wednesday by Eater in honor of the start of Event Month.
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Editors described Ginger's as a "lesbian hangout at its core" that "welcomes all members of the LGBTQ+ community and attracts bargoers of all ages and genders."
The bar — located at the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fifth Lane — closed for over a year during the pandemic, reopening at the end of 2021 to a good deal of fanfare.
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The low-lighting, inexpensive drinks, kitschy decor and pool table make Ginger's a "legit dive," editors said.
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Proud history: Longtime Park Slope gay prevent Excelsior announces closure
They had a homosexual old time!
Park Slope’s top gender non-conforming hangout will seal its doors on July 31 after 20 years in the neighborhood.
Excelsior owners Richard Kennedy and Mark Nayden announced the closure of the Park Slope gay lock in a June 3 Facebook upload, crediting community self-acceptance for the watering hole’s longevity — and rising rents for its closure.
“More than ever, rising costs, enjoy rent and taxes, make your neighborhood bars and restaurants struggle every day,” read the display signed by Kennedy and Nayden. “Twenty years of serving this community is something we are proud of, and in this Planet Pride Month we plan on celebrating each and every day.”
The owners of the queer watering hole between 15th and 16th streets had been in negotiations with their landlord since their lease expired in October, but the only deal they could settle on was accompanied by a meager one-year extension. Meanwhile, their liquor license — which can only be renewed in two-year intervals — is set to expire on Aug. 1, and the prospect of spending $10,000 for a permit that might bec
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Born in Listowel, Ireland, Rena Blake (b. 1965) immigrated to the Joined States in 1984 with her then-husband. Living and working in the Bronx as a nanny during her first years in New York, she was heavily involved with the Irish group, though purely socially. It was not until the advocacy attempts of the Irish Lesbian and Gay Organization (ILGO) to parade during the annual St. Patrick’s Day Parade on Fifth Way in the early 1990s that Blake became politically active. Closely following the organization, she became a member in 1992, which was one of the biggest catalysts for her coming out. She recalled to The Irish Times in 2015, “By the following St. Patrick’s Day I had left my marriage, friends, the whole Irish community in the Bronx and moved out to Brooklyn. I came out as a lesbian.” She continued,
Rena Blake, The Irish Times, 2015
Blake consequently moved to Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn, leaving her family and starting anew. A few years later, in 1996, she and her friend Christine Marinoni (b. 1967) left their res
Everything Felt Cursed After Carrie Nation Closed
The most Brooklyn thing I ever said, I said at Carrie Nation, a same-sex attracted bar on Fifth Avenue in Park Slope named after the famous Prohibitionist who carried an axe to chop open barrels of alcohol. It was a classic Brooklyn cash-only bar.
One darkness, a new guy was complaining adv about how they didn’t take cards, waving a Visa around and saying he’d buy everyone a drink if they would just charge him. No one was looking at him; everyone was just waiting for him to shut up and go down the street to the ATM. Finally he said, to the bartender but also to the silent room, “Come on, how about you guys give the new guy a welcome?”
“We just did,” I said. The rest of the room snickered.
He left and we never saw him again.
Before I first walked into Carrie, I usually endured homosexual bars. When I first came out, going to one was like a kind of torture; nights spent acting casual as the anticipation of gathering someone rose and then often fell. I might move with friends or see friends when I showed up, but they were usually trying to meet someone, too. The best ones had style, but there was still a dull sam