On the outskirts of a small town nestled on the shores of a pristine lake somewhere in New York state lies Revere’s, a friendly, neighborhood gay bar that gets a little wild when the sun goes down.
Paul (whose last name is NOT Revere) opened the place years ago to give the LGBTQ+ community a safe and fun space to spend their time and meet others for friendship and plenty of fun. He runs the place with his ex-construction-worker husband, Houston, and the help of Whit (Don’t call me Whitaker), a blue-haired, slightly sarcastic, and flirty bartender.
They offer great music, comfortable chairs and booths, the hottest DJ around (at least from Book Two, On the Rocks, onward) cherry-vanilla-scented soap in the restrooms, and a lot of eye-candy.
Revere’s is all things to all people (except annoying bridal shower attendees — just ask Houston), and modeled after an amazing place I visited on a trip to the midwest. All names, locations, scenery, etc. have been changed, but the atmosphere remains.
All the books in the “Tales From Revere’s” series use this LGBTQ+ bar as a backdrop. It’s where the characters meet or go for dates, hang with friends or look for hookups. I hope the regulars become as well-known to you as they are to the others who stop by for a beer, cocktail, or something harder (no pun intended).