There used to be a piano bar for gay daddies in tweed coats called Thumper's, which was great because it was unlike all the other gay bars. No dance music, no screaming twinks, no Jell-O shots. Not that I mind dancing, twinks, and Jell-O shots, they're just easier to come by than, you know, bars for gentlemen of a certain age.
So I am thrilled about the news that there's a new gay bar called Union from the former owners of Thumper's (RIP), plus the manager of the old C.C. Attle's, back when it was across the street from Thumper's.
Union opened last night.
According to Eater Seattle:
Capitol Hill’s gay bar scene has a new addition in Union, which opened yesterday with a verdant patio and an interior fireplace lounge in the former home of Restaurant Zoe. Union is owned by nightlife veterans Steve Nyman, Nathan Benedict, and Mark Engelmann...
Nyman and Benedict owned now-defunct gay bars Inside Passage and Thumper’s, while Engelmann managed competitor C.C. Attle’s.
Union is open daily from 2 p.m. to 2 a.m.
The place is at 14th and Union, across the street from Skillet and next to the gay bar Diesel. Another gay bar, Madison Pub, is on the same block, and Pony is just a hop, skip, and a jump away. This block happens to be right near The Stranger's offices, so I walked over to Union and snapped a few pics.
After taking that shot at the top of this post, I peeked over the fence:
What looks almost like a gigantic TV in this image is actually the front entrance. I rounded the corner for a better look at it.
Since the big outdoor door was ajar, I walked in, and saw, to my right, the patio:
And to my left, a window, which I held my iPhone up to, so you could peek inside with me:
I kept walking and, through a window, saw a worker inside the main space of the building, who let me in to see the large horseshoe-shaped bar.
Making eye contact with other gay people is something we used to do back in the day, before everyone stared into phones instead.
There's also a window from this bar area into the fireplace lounge.
Alas, I didn't see a piano anywhere in the place. Maybe they'll play recordings of piano sonatas while wizened old bartenders shake martinis and tell the youngsters about Judy Garland. (A boy can dream.)
I haven't seen the place when it's open for business yet, so I can't tell you anything about the crowd or the bartenders, but (1) it's great news that in the age of Grindr and gay bars having a tough time that this place exists, and (2) we need a gay bar for daddies who want to talk about Judy Garland, we just do, because that's something missing from the scene, and (3) I can tell you what's on the menu, because I snagged a copy.
I'm looking forward to being inside you, Union.