There were no other people there, so I got no real sense of what the bar's like. Needless to say, going to Pony the day after Pride Weekend, you’re not going to have the true Pony experience. Since then, I heard about the wonders that awaited in the bathroom, but my bladder didn't need emptying. I also acted like Beavis and/or Butthead, pointing and laughing while checking out all the porntastically gay pictures on the walls and the ‘80s gay porn mags on the tables.

We didn't stay for long, but we did play air hockey and enjoyed some drinks on their outdoor deck.