The Cock
I never thought I’d see the Cock written up in the Times, but I guess there’s a first for everything. Oddly, the article never mentions the name of the bar — it just says that it “sits on the corner of Avenue A and 12th Street and is named for the red neon rooster in the window.”
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[...] 3; takes place at the infamous East Village sex saloon cum Petri dish, The Cock. Some felt disbelief over the strange and lame story about the seediness of a bar “which is about as d [...]
Bloody tourists! The NYT is quite comfortable about slumming. Dealing seriously with the ongoing AIDS crisis (which is about the overtake The Fantasticks as a “long-run”) requires something more than a sub-human interest story.