The Eagle in NYC attracts a wide variety of men for cruising and all around fun. Head to the roof for all kinds of debauchery.
Eagle NYC hosts an annual leather contest Mr. Eagle NYC. It also hosts a variety of themed parties throughout the week. Check its official website for more details.
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Great roof deck
A must see on Thursday night "in code". Sunday beer blast is also a great afternoon.
Only Leather Bar in Town
Good leather bar. Fun Beer Blast but some of the Bartenders there have attitudes that they need to leave at home.
Jockstrap Wednesdays = Empty Wednesdays
Supposedly Wednesdays are for hot guys in jockstraps. It was older guys in jockstraps, some that definitely didn't need to be. Very cruisy and action going on around every corner. I went with a non-drinker who asked for a soda at the bar. When he asked about being charged $4 for a soda, the bartender ridiculed him as being from out of town. My friend is from Brooklyn. $4/soda is just outrageous. Besides the place being dirty and dead, the attitude was the icing on the cake. Will not be going back, wouldn't recommend it.
don't bother
You'll make out better in the chat rooms. I agree about the music, all disco-era stuff. the bartenders should not be shirtless, just my opinion, they have those Jello-pecs.
TRULY BAD
I went here New Years Eve with 2 buddies from Germany, both nice looking guys. Patrons at Eagle look frozen in time, 1977 to be precise. No one spoke to us, even when we tried. We did overhear some impassioned conversations about gemstones, Judy Garland and Liza. The coatcheck guy and bartenders, except for one Brazilian man, were very hostile. The drinks were weak. A lot of very queeny CPAs in harnesses shimmying to loud Donna Summer. Music is all that old disco stuff like I Will Survive. Nice upstairs smoking roof. No back room at all, just an open room where the old queens glare at a TV screen and peek nervously at each other. Very tense atmosphere.