Nation. Universe. The Probe. Salvation.
All were gay big-room clubs – in Washington, San Francisco, Los Angeles and Miami Beach, respectively. All are closed, leaving behind nothing but happy, hazy memories of a time when thousands-strong crowds of shirtless party people packed the dance floor. At this point, only a few spots like them – you know, cavernous venues with capacity numbers that require a comma – remain in America. And none are specifically gay, cater to a gay clientele or even have a weekend night dedicated to a gay dance crowd. Which prompts the question: Is the gay big-room club scene dead?