The gay bar is dying. Long live the queer café.

SARAH ROGERS/THE DAILY BEAST

Some of the most memorable nights of my life have been spent in gay bars. Whether it’s dancing with my wife in the labyrinthine Twist nightclub on Miami Beach, goofing off with my friends to the beat of “Anaconda” at New Beginnings in East Tennessee, or watching a drag show full of New Orleans queens at Wonderlust in Jackson…