The Stranger

Opened in 1933 in what was once a dime-a-dance hall, this Pioneer Square landmark was the longtime epicenter of Gay Seattle, until the post-Stonewall queers sought higher ground on Capitol Hill. Now it's a big, funky, wonderful dive bar—transient-friendly, with pool and pull-tabs, and a weathered majesty you'll find nowhere else in Seattle. Come for the history, stay for the glamorous photos of drag queens of yore lining the walls. (Double Header, 407 Second Ave, 464-9918. 9 am–11 pm, 21+.) by David Schmader

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At Broadway Grill, even the manliest cocktail takes on a rainbow hue. A neat Scotch becomes a watering hole for unicorns. The Grill is generally too gay for even the nelliest queer (the chandelier is bigger than a Smart Car and looks like Carmen Miranda's headgear), but it's the best drink on Capitol Hill when Eric Jennings is behind the bar. Hospitable, hilarious, and known to help shoot Cupid's arrow—or protect patrons from predators—Jennings makes you feel like you're in a thuper-duper gay episode of Cheers. For pride month, he's serving the Equalitini, which directs $2 from every drink sale to gay-rights groups around town. (Broadway Grill, 314 Broadway E, 328-7000. 11 am–midnight. ) by Dominic Holden

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Hard Times is a new weekly Weimar era–style night of polyamorous mindfuckery—the flyer folds out into grainy black-and-white seminude photos of (among other people) that hot bartender Jacob from the Eagle, along with a whole list of things Hard Times is into, including "adaptive-creative mutant sexuality," "starving artists with a price," "DIY bisexuals from Portland," "hot farm girls from Chehalis," and "innocent bystanders with a nice package." Rotating DJs include LA Kendall, Mathematix, Curtis, Pony Boy, and Naha. Get there early for a free barbecue on the roof from 7–9 pm. (War Room, 722 E Pike St, 328-7666. 9 pm, $5/nuns in habits get in free, 21+.) by Christopher Frizzelle

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Photographer Alice Wheeler has been the premier chronicler of gorgeous Northwest freakery for the past two decades, and her new solo show at Greg Kucera Gallery is devoted to the most gorgeous freaks of all. For Women Are Beautiful, Wheeler shot an army of females who couldn't give a fuck about "the male gaze," from punk honeys and she-Juggalos at Hempfest to a pregnant woman wandering around Butte, Montana's Evel Knievel festival. (Greg Kucera Gallery, 212 Third Ave S, 624-0770. 5:30 pm artist talk, 6–8 pm, free.) by David Schmader

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Interbay is the smelly pit between Queen Anne and Magnolia, right? WRONG! Interbay's got beer and mini golf, motherfuckers! For eight bucks, you can roll up to Interbay Golf Center and play 18 holes of fun-as-fuck mini golf while throwing back pitchers of beer from the golf course's cafe. And it's open on the Fourth of July! But watch out for hole 9—the ball goes up the hill and straight back down the other side EVERY TIME. I hate that goddamn hole. (Interbay Golf Center, 2501 15th Ave W, 285-2200. 6 am–11 pm, $8.) by Megan Seling

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