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Category: Gay Bars
Neighborhood: South EndE. Berkeley St (Silver)
Back Bay (Orange)
Mon-Wed. 6:00 a.m. - 9:00 a.m.
Mon-Wed. 9:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m.
Thu-Fri. 9:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m.
Sat-Sun. 6:00 a.m. - 9:00 a.m.
Sat-Sun. 9:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m.
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Ok...The Boston Eagle wins. They win for worst bathroom I have ever seen!!! There aren't any doors on the stalls, it reeks of smells that I have never experienced, and there were flies. Gross.
That being said, they totally redeem themselves (well redeem themselves a bit) for being welcoming to our group of Yelpers. I think The Boston Eagle would probably be much better if they just embraced the dive bar theme. Go ahead! Get PBR and High Life on tap and this place is an easy 4 stars. The bathroom would also fit in nicely with the theme.
Ever have those nights when sitting around with your friends, drinking cheap beers and gossiping is the only thing you have on your agenda? No getting 'ready,' no worries about spending a ton of money, no dealing with grabby DB's.
Instead of stocking up on a couple of six packs and lounging around in your house, head over to The Boston Eagle. A no pretensions, divetastic gay bar, The Eagle is just like being home--if your home was decked out in hideous schwag, with a pool table in the back and a rockin' juke box up front for a little background music.
Next time you don't feel like going through all of the motions of 'going out', The Eagle is great for a few beers or cheap mixed drinks...as long as you have some cash, 'cause your plastics no good here.
If there are two things that I've been hesitant about, they are:
1) Going to a Yelp event; and
2) Going to the Boston Eagle.
Well, tonight I decided to be adventurous and do both. And as Borat would say, "Succcessss." The Yelpers are great, and so is the Eagle. The Eagle is a total dive (in a good way). A low key vibe, funny bartenders, random characters, a pool table, a pinball machine (not ping pong, Mary B.), dirty bathrooms, and fairly cheap beer.
I used to be scared of this place, and I realize now that if you're nice to the bartenders, treat them with respect, and don't act like a tool, you'll have a good time here.
Go Eagle! BC fans, don't get confused. Go Eagle, the bar, not Go Eagles, the stupid college football team.
Great place for last call! Jack the owner is so funny! Makes me laugh every time i come here.
Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here.
Also known as the Dirty Bird, Last Chance Café, or the Sidewalk Sale, the Eagle is the South End's answer to the dive bar. Drinks at the Eagle is like dinner and a show. I liken the bartender, Jack, to a gay Rodney Dangerfield - a snarky old queen behind the bar whose mission in life is to provide a running commentary on his patrons. If you like your drinks strong and cheap and garnished with verbal abuse, this is the place for you. Add in pool, pinball and Erotic Photo Hunt, and all you're missing is Buck Hunter for the complete dive bar experience.
Acquired taste, yes, but a hella good time nonetheless.
There are no words!
At least not from me last night, only laughs as Jack had me ROFLMAO!
Walking back from dinner we decide to have a nightcap at the place with the eagle on top of the door. Looked interesting, and oohhh it was.
We sit at the bar and get a round. One bartender exits, and in flutters Jack. Let the entertainment begin.
As he fixes a mans drink who was sitting at the end of the bar he tells us "She likes grapefruit juice in her liquor." Next he refers to the old man watching b&w Judy Garland shows as "Nana".
We order another and he comments on my friend drinking Makers Mark... apparently that makes him a "classy whore" and charges him for the round, "13 dollahs, get it up!" He then knocks over the 80's pic of Whitney Houston by the register, "SAAHRRY Whitney!"
Jack continues to crack us up as he makes talk with a visitor from Germany... "I've got a museum dedicated to German boys." Their introductions are followed up by a sarcastic, "It IS nice to meet me!"
In walks some locals and Jack is now on a role. He inquires about ones recent boyfriend which has apparently fizzled out. "No boyfriend? Washing your own underwear now?" To the other two he comments on how slow the nights been, "It's about as dead as a donkeys dick." and "As much fun as a psych ward after they've all been medicated." Well Jack, it's a fact I haven't had this much fun bellied up to a bar on a week night in a loooong time.
Of course more time was spent on banter than on getting drinks but during the evening I was able to get some great tips on Martha Stewart, the Isabella Stuart Gardner museum, roasting a turkey, and roasting friendly gays. Quite an experience this dive is, one I'd like to experience again.
Although Jack was full of one liners that had us in stitches the gayest thing said at this gay bar (can I say that?) was a patrons response to what the hell was he doing in the corner with his phone: "I'm composing a tweet." Yes you SHOULD tell your network to come down to the gay biker bar!
This weekend, Jack made some pretty fierce drinks.
He also entered the bar, came over to my table of friends, and said, "Oh, look, it's the faeries of the night." Points.
Then, in a conversation about my failed love life, he said, "Well, you're CERTAINLY not the pick of the litter."
Insulting the clientele? Calling out my flaws? Telling me I'm not everyone's dream guy?
Points.
But what's up with Erotic Photo Hunt not working? MINUS ONE STAR.
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went here for a uye, and was the first to arrive. bartender looked at me like an alien had landed -
what was a mid 20's gal doing by herself hanging out in a bear bar?
waiting for other people to get there. and drinking a $5 captain and diet out of a plastic cup. and watching spiderman. duh!
the bar was fine, but clearly not made for me. beers were a little pricey and nothing on draught - a serious dive.
side note about the bathroom - ladies, you'll need a key to get in it, and i'm pretty sure i could hula hoop with the ring the key was attached to - it was huge (the ring, not the bathroom). surprisingly soft toilet paper though, go figure?
The Eagle... a real neighborhood gay bar! This has been a staple for me for the past 5 years.
To be honest the Eagle is an acquired taste. Rough and grungy but a good place to grab a few drinks. I am always able to strike up a conversation in this bar. The drinks are inexpensive and typically Jack has an old black and white film playing during the week.
Jack is the best, but a warning his sense of humor is a bit unorthodox but without him the Eagle just wouldn't be the same.
Th place is a dive, nothing more, nothing less. So it is what it is. Cheap drinks, scary bathroom, some very dodgy patrons. Please don't go there hoping to meet Mr. or Ms. Right (unless your fantasy partner includes someone with personal hygiene issues).
But normal people go there too. If you are polite and smile at the bartenders, they are very nice. Go there without expectations and you will have a good time. Just go with the flow and wash your hands when you get home.
You know the night has come to a close when your gay husband drags you to the Eagle for one last chance for his Prince Charming (ass) before Cinderella's pumpkin carriage brings him back to Gaysville all by himself.
The bartender is sassy, even for a queen, but the drinks are strong and cheap. Most likely, if you're at the Eagle, you don't need another drink (because you already had one at *insert gay night here*/you just came from Machine).
You can't go alone-something about the bathroom....this that or the other thing happened in there and/or you want to do x, y, or z substance in there, so you need a door guard.
Don't bother dressing up-there's really no need. This place is like Little Red Riding (how appropriate) hood.
The Eagle is:
Dark-all the better for seeing you with vodka goggles, my dear!
Dank-all the better you smell, my dear!
Dirty-all the better to bring you back to my place, my dear!
Don't mess with the people playing pool-they're serious and they'll cut a bitch if they have to. What was I, little ol' me, doing at The Eagle?
A lady would never tell.
I love the Eagle. It's not something I can explain, except to say, I'm always the only woman in there, and my best gay used to live around the corner, so we get the regular treatment. Jackie, the sass (and ass) master behind the bar is good for witty banter and making incredibly strong drinks. Ask for a Michelle Obama. My recommendation, though, is to avoid the Anna Nicole Smith, a favored concoction of his, unless you want to throw up the following morning and taste Malibu for three days. Cheap though. And avoid the bathrooms if you can, they're not very nice and are a pain in the ass to get into.
The best part? Watching insanity unfold all around you. No joke, I have seen a 4'11" lesbian salsa dancing in here, and if you hit the Eagle on the right night, you can catch this dude who wears sweatpants and no shirt, and appears to be covered in toilet paper. It's also fun to play "guess the hustler," because you know more tricks are turned there than maybe any other gay bar in Boston.
No place like it.
Meh is the answer. I went here w/ a few peeps to be traumatized by the bathrooms until I was wasted enough to pee w/ the door wide open. Who wants to stare at my dick anyone?...
It reminded me of this horribly lit haunted house, w/ what? oh a gargoyle on the outside to greet us in. Providence's Eagle is far better. At least they have Latino Go Go dancers, free pizza and when you get bored you can go in between there and a piano bar next door. Heck, those RISD kids probably get a kick out of it.
I swear, the bear scene in boston is so odd. there are like 10 guys in their 20s and maybe some in their 30s and the rest are 40+... no cubs for meeeeeee!...
dismal
yeah and David Dancer loves it here
This place almost seems like a parody of a real bar. It's like something your conservative Catholic parents think about when they imagine what gay bars must be like. ONLY IT'S REAL.
I've been to this place maybe three or four times, always by accident, as I have a tendency to be shuffled around the city by friends who know where they're going. And every single time I get hit on by some aging queen who looks like Professor Dumbledore, but in leather chaps. There were dudes making out in the bathroom while I tried to pee (they stopped momentarily to eye me like a veal cutlet, which is always flattering). The bartenders are sassy as hell, but the drinks are cheap. If nothing more, I recommend this place for at least an entertaining evening.
Or if you're looking to hook up with some WWII veterens.
I'm a people watcher so that definitely helped make this place a good time.
I was introduced to this place about a week ago. As a guy who doesn't take the gay nightlife too seriously I have to say that that time I went was fun. I got to talk with Jack, the old bartender, for a bit and learned his style of giving compliments (not for the weak-hearted btw) all the while consuming cheap alcohol. Luckily I was there with my friend so fending off the gropes was easy; I appreciated how once I gave a clear indication of disinterest I wasn't bothered anymore and the guys moved on.
For the most part I'd stand there at the bar and notice like the eagle statues all around, the older men were all immobile, stalking prey, carefully calculating the next move and before you know it, oop... groped again. haha. Yup, reality comes back to you and you notice you're on empty. ~$5 later you've got a fresh cup in hand and it begins all over again. You know... it's not terribly classy but charming in the raw-truth, uncensored kind of way.
Let me start off by saying " :'( ".
I've been going to the Eagle since I was 19 (Thanks, older brother's ID!), and if you've ever heard a disgusting tale, it's probably true. The bathroom smells like low-tide, the vodka/crans are CLEAR, and crowd is 99% perverts. Whenever I'm feeling down about myself, a 5 minute stroll through the eagle and 10 grabs of my ass, still puts a smile on my face and a .10 in my blood alcohol content.
Chances of leaving with someone else : 100%
Chances of bumping into someone you've left with before : 100%
There's nothing quite like a bar, where you can show up sober 10 minutes before last call, and still leave wasted - $15.
***When the music stops, you must leave. If you stay after the music stops, you are obviously looking for dirties.***
While not really fitting my definition of a true dive as billed, the classification of faux-dive will suffice for this South End nest. Drinks are cheep, music is gayishly enjoyable, the bartenders are friendly, and the bathrooms lack privacy. Pinball up front really ties together a space mostly decorated with ominously perched eagles. The crowd is a bit older and male (obviously). As the swan song for an evening of gay bar crawling, the Eagle soared.
I experienced the Eagle with a group of mixed orientation Yelpers. Actual user experience may vary.
I was dragged here (almost literally) by a group of gay boys during Pride weekend. It was so packed and the bartender was insanely rude to my friend. I was drunk so I can't really recall the exchange but I remember it being strangely rude. I remember it began with my friend ordering two shooter type drinks and the bartender rolling his eyes. Haha. We didn't stay long, thankfully. A gay man told me I am beautiful but I am not sure what his purpose was (to get me to talk to him so he could start talking to my friends? who knows) in saying that. He was too sketchy to have just meant it honestly, haha. We then wandered over to Club Cafe and on our way back home a few hours later saw that the Eagle had a long line to get in. How strange but maybe the pub crawl had landed there at that time.
The fourth and final stop of "ExtravaGAYnza 2007". My feet hurt, my head hurt and I had to pee. The ladies room had a key we had to bargain away from the young man guarding the door for his girlfriend (?) friend (?) hag (?). I didn't know, didn't care, I needed to pee.
As far as the bar goes, I liked it as much as you could like a gay dive bar at 1:30 where everyone is pairing up at the end of the night. I set up camp on the covered pool table (my feet hurt!) and we all hung out while the young men in our group pointed out guys and told us sordid tales from the past.
Like Club Cafe, I had a great time because of the people I was with. This place is great for people watching, but a straight girl at closing time would have to put on quite a show to get a second look (or a first one for that matter!). Good times if you are looking for them, and the occasional eye candy doesn't hurt. (I'm just saying...)
Go here if you want the following:
1. three 60 + year old mean feeling you up from all angle within the first three minutes. Two are bears & one is a leather daddy.
2. want a bartender to try to hassle you to sleep with him in exchange for your ass
3. want the rest of the crowd to rape you and disrobe you with their eyes upon entering.
The place overall is very dodgy. The idea of getting "lucky" here is disgusting. You'll be lucky you don't have an STD by the end of the nite.
Ah the fabled Eagle.
ExtravaGAYnza '08 also ended the night here and what a night it was. From the other reviews I was kind of expecting the Eagle to look like the old Club Eagles in Providence - dirt on the floor, random drunk people pouring shots from stolen bottles, dancing on the pool table, alarms going off from the back door... I was sort of wrong. The Boston Eagle has a smidgen more, um, class (?) than my old haunt.
I spent a couple of hours here getting overly friendly with fellow yelpers, chugging H20, hunting for the elusive ladies' room key (it was never found), avoiding an older man who wanted "that lesbian" out of "the boys club," and, at night's end, relishing lovely compliments directed towards my eye makeup (le sigh - it doesn't take much).
All in all I think the Eagle merits further exploration...I'm curious to see what it holds earlier in the evening when it's a tad bit emptier - but I did enjoy watching the late night last minute couplings. And, like Deepa C. points out - eye candy never hurt anyone.
As for the staff, I thought they were pretty nice and generally pleasant - but then again I'm a lesbian with fabulous make up who tips well.
Cheap booze + raunchy bathroom + cruisy horny men = perfect gay bar. I don't go there often, but I'm glad the Eagle has kept its authenticity over the years even as the $1000 baby strollers and the rich young parents pushing them stormed into the neighborhood pushing out its diverse ex-residents. If you want a fancy hip place to go you can always go to the Machine (boring if you ask me).
Where I'm from, you can find a gay bar about as often as you can find a red sox fan here.
Considering it's a part of my world, I was shocked when I moved to this "big city" and found such a small selection of gay bars.
I was thrilled to spend an intoxicating, wild night in this nasty little place.
The people are friendly, even when they're not looking to hook up with you, the drinks are eye-sight blurring strong, and the music is just the right thumpa thumpa for me.
I don't remember prices, but that's a good thing, right???
Good times, good times.
I have been waiting patiently for my fellow Boston vacationer Phillip L. to publish his promised, unabridged ethnography on contemporary Bostonians, but I'm afraid my impatience is forcing me to throw in my two cents on this place.
So, nights spent in Boston: three; nights spent at the Boston Eagle: three. That certainly says something, n'est-ce pas?
What is says is that the drinks are el cheapo. I mostly adhered to my standard of vodka tonics whch were pleasantly strong. (Also: nearly impossible to mess up and stain-friendly; a must for those drunks who, like me, exhibit an exponential relationship between drinks consumed and grandness of gesticulation.) Also, the bartender has a full supply of wry remarks about any and all aspects of your appearance and behavior. I'm a fan of that; some may not be.
The Eagle's openness and adequate lighting steer me away from calling it a dive, per se, but the patrons give it a dive-y vibe, I suppose. The scene was, well, weird at times. Definitely older on average than my coterie of twenty-somethings. Save for a few unpalatably upfront gents, if you're looking for a hook-up and are of middling attractiveness like yours truly, you will most likely have to make the first move since a lot of men seemed content with sitting quietly in the background.
Definitely worth it if you're looking to hang out with friends, get stupid on inexpensive drinks, and maybe meet some new people. I knew as soon as I returned to the hotel and saw my other friend passed out on the hallway floor that going to the Eagle was the right decision.
I can't say I remember much about the eagle. It's cash only. There are gay people. There were men with leather caps.
I was pretty drunk, so I didn't care that a guy was checking out my package when I went to pee.
The drinks are strong, and it's shoulder to shoulder when you go there late in the night! Fun times.
"Not responsible for mislaid articles"--how can you go wrong with a sign like that on the wall?
Popped in with the boys the other night after a late dinner down the street. I'm told we were there a bit early (~midnight), so I didn't get the full scene.
Strong drinks, sassy bartender named Jack, free condoms, fun music, ridiculous eagle decor, and lots of creepy older fellas checking out my pals and not me--I'm definitely headed back!
Final stop on the 'Gay Bar Crawl' and honestly, I LOVED it. This place is disgusting and tacky--and I loved it.
Maybe it was the company I had or the drinks in my system but I had no problem peeing in a urine-soaked bathroom or being treated like crap by the aging bartender. This place is the definition of 'dive bar' and it is basically a gay man zoo. Everywhere you walk you feel as if you're standing in a glass cage where gay men are studying your every move in this sexual habitat. Sure, most gay bars have that feeling, but for some reason The Eagle in particular was VERY animalistic.
I absolutely adored the old bartender and his witty/dry humor with an inappropriate sexual undertone. He seemed to hate life and you but at the same time loved every minute of working in this place. I could have laughed all night talking to him. Like when I told him I was a virgin to this bar, he decided to announce that I was a virgin (in life) to the men around me--he also made sure to check in and see if I had lost anything throughout the evening.
Definitely a place to go for a laugh or if you're desperate, a last call hook-up. Prices were cheap and the stories you'll have are endless. I would definitely go again (with friends of course...I need them to guard the bathroom door...and thanks Daniel for being my guard on Sat night!)
It is what it is. Actually, I'm not totally sure what it is as I don't think I've ever been here sober. Nor have I ever been here when the majority, if anybody was sober.
It's an end of the night spot to either chill with your friends or have the boys drop one by one to the wiles of another man (or two, or five). The bartenders are surly. Appreciate it, love it, or leave. The drinks are strong...or probably feel strong since you were likely elsewhere with strong drinks *cough*fritz*cough* earlier in the evening. You need a key to use the ladies room and the men's room has no doors on the stalls.
It's rather bright for a bar, but I think that's okay because, again, the alcohol dims the senses, including sight. The floor is sticky and most surfaces have an interesting mixture of substances I prefer not to think about. The bar is surprisingly roomy. The clientele is diverse at best. It smells a little funny too.
Maybe if I was a gay man looking for that last minute hook up at the end of the night I would like this place better.
As far as Eagle bars go across cities in the US, this one is worth skipping. The only highlight is that I met a fabulous pair of friends visiting Boston from Wisconsin.
And how many pictures/statues of eagles do you have to have on the walls in order to help people understand what the bar is named after? The purpose seems lost on these guys. Sad.
you want some low-brow, slumming fun? Here's the place for you.
NEVER enter prior to 1 am. This is the place to cap off your evening.
The music is FUN (those of you that liked ManRay.. this is your place, fun dance mixes... ) the drinks are TOXIC and dirt cheap. (a dangerous combination). The bathroom is ABSOLUTELY PUTRID. Some of the men are a little skeevy (Bring your own Purell) but you will have a good time. Just loose your aversion to being groped.... and good news ladies, you have your own private bathrooom that locks!
O.k i give this place 3 stars for ass-ability. If you can not get laid here my friend THROW IN THE TOWEL. If is a dive bar that is not trying to be any else and I respect that. Cheap booze, horny guys, sketchy bathroom, pool table, video poker its all good! Plus you can go get pizza at emilios next door! Tuesday is my fav night here. Cruise drink and be merry!
Good gay bar if you're just looking to hang out or hook up or get drunk.
I don't remember the few times I've gone very well, but I know I'll go back at some point, just depends on with who and how drunk I am. It's a fun place, but not too friendly, and not super clean...
I dunno what happened. There used to be cool gay bars in Boston. And there was a time when the men were so, err, manly that I was afraid to go into the Eagle. I mean, I'm as much of a guy as the next guy, but the place turned me into a little girl.
Not anymore.
Now apparently the hip straight crowd thinks it's cool to check out gay bars, and the Eagle has become something out of a sitcom. Bitchy sarcastic bartenders serve up overpriced watery drinks, and the clientele is either big old gay guy (too old ...), or useless straight chicks walking around confused.
Thanks, but no thanks. And the bathrooms? Yikes. Ever pee in a petri dish? It's that bad ...
The EAGLE is great because it's been around forever and it has a ton of down home character. Some call it sleazey some call it sexual liberation heheh I was afraid to go in when I was a mini gay, but now I love this place - and unlike a lot of the reviewers here I don't just end up there, I do go there as a destination. Then again, I live nearby.
Jack can say some really messed up racist jokes, it's part of his schtick. But when you get to know him, you will learn he has radically progressive politics (thank god because I almost stopped going there because of some of his racially based coments.). Jack remembers me by my tatoo (sissy) and promptly say's "hey sissy!!" everytime I walk in. Makes me feel at home.
Roger is the sweetest man ever. Both Roger and Jack know a lot about the local gay history. So if you are a young gay person in Boston and interested to learn more about our community, they are great resources.
The drinks are cheap and very strong. If you're transgender or prefer privacy for any reason simply ask for "the key."
Thanks but no thanks.
A dirty, smelly place, nearly deserted by clients until after midnight at which point every horny, desperate loser in Boston shows up, hoping to score a hookup. One bartender is nice, the other is a bitchy, bitter old queen with an inflated sense of his own attractiveness. The floors are sticky, as are the few bar chairs. The bathroom? It's a miracle the Boston health department hasn't padlocked this place.
The drinks are cheap, but I've only had beers here. I mean, would you trust a drinking glass in a place as dirty as this?
The clientele ranges from screaming frou-frou queens to worn out old men hoping to get lucky. I've been fondled, groped and accosted in ways I don't appreciate. Self-respect seems to be in short supply in this place. In any case, not wanting to chance a communicable std, I kept my distance from the admirers in this crowd.
I like it because it's so gross and unpretentious. I hate it because it's so tacky and sleazy...than again, that also kinda makes me like it.
When I end up there (you "end up" there...nobody really chooses to "go" there) I always have to order the drinks for my friends. The bartender has an unclear system for choosing who he likes and dislikes. He's mean to some of my friends, but loves me. Apparently he does the same to other groups of people. I love him. Any guy who pours drinks that are responsible for half the hair on my chest wins my hearts devotion.
At 22 I'm easily the youngest guy, and I'm sure I had about ten years on the next-to-youngest guy there. It's the combination of getting leered at, groped, and sleaze that makes it horrible and fun. I almost got in a fight there once...and loved it!
This is really not the place for anybody without a sense of humor or too much style.
I personally refuse to spend money in this place. 1 bartender is so rude and nasty its horrifying to watch how he treats customers. Its also very dirty. What every you do, do NOT go into the bathroom. One would think with all the "last call" business that this place does they could clean and redo they bathroom. This is a great place for a last minute hookup. Nuf said.
I am a female. I went into a gay bar at 1 in the morning looking desperately for cigs. The bartender told me the dress I was wearing looked like something Lucille Ball would throw away. The guy I was with happened to know some people there so we sat down for our millionth beer of the day and it was a good one.
Cheap, strong, drinks. Great decor. What a gay dive bar should be. If you get treated like shit from the bartender/owner Jack, then you are probably a douchbag. Redeeming qualities: pinball, pool, easy men.
Every City has an Eagle and this is the worst of them! I was seriously unimpressed and found the attitude to be stupid. Sad old silly Boston fags all sneering at on another. I have had fun there despite the bartenders and crowd.
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