No lanky underfed teenagers with limited English skills answering to the name Vlad here, unfortunately. Instead, well-groomed lads in nicer clothes than you lounging around the old Wonderbar space. New red and black Soviet paint clashes with Beyoncé on the stereo, but boys nursing cold beers instead of Red Bulls is always nice. Fun and basically 'tude free. Not exactly the return of the Cock,...
The Soviet Union lives on—or has been revived, at least—at the former Wonder Bar. A smallish temple of cameraderie, or should we say comrade-rie?
Gay boys paint the town red at this Soviet-style dive.:
The Cold War provides a steamy design template for this East Village spot, hung with kitschy Communist portraits, propaganda, red lights galore and other remnants of the Iron Curtain. Mix that...