Type: Nightspot
Class: Dive
C.C. Attles is one of Seattle’s prime gay meat markets. It has everything that Manray has, except about 3 times cheaper. It has a singular décor of old wood, several video monitors, less attractive gay men looking to score, and $3.50 doubles. When we walked in, they were giving away free shelled peanuts. Everywhere we looked it there were peanut shells littered across the ground and small piles of them in most nooks and corners. It reminded me of China where you would see people eating sunflower seeds by the hundreds. They would leave these little piles at bus stops, in parks, or even in restaurants right on the table.
Going out to the balcony there was some fresh air, more piles, and a sign that says, “Keep noise down to prevent closure of the Promenade.” The Promenade? What is this, the Love Boat? Well I guess in a way, yes. A friend of mine loves to go here for two reasons: Cheapest double around and cheapest sex around. OK, maybe the second one is a little harsh, but that was always the impression he gave me.
I felt a little uncomfortable (as is my won’t) but since we arrived with Clara I hoped we would be left alone while we were here. If Jason or Clarkie wanted to roam, no problem, but I was staying right next to Clara.
Anyhow, what it lacks in décor it makes up for in drink strength. It was a good thing we were going to my house after one of those drinks. After three you are stumbling home, no matter whose home it is.
As we were leaving I spotted a sign that said, “Did you forget you …” and then listed things like: Keys, shirt, boyfriend, etc …” I had everything that I arrived with except my pure sobriety.
I give C.C.’s 3 double Martini Glasses out of 5.
-wOOt
Posted by Brandon at June 30, 2002 01:48 PM