With the shuttering of Here Lounge back in February, and the Abbey's inevitable devolution into a nightly bachelorette party, West Hollywood has been thirsting for a traditional, quintessential gay bar. Like nectar from heaven, Bar 10 has come to wet the gayborhood's collective whistle. Rejecting the garish camp of nearby Hamburger Mary's or the tequila-stained trashiness of Fiesta Cantina, Bar 10 opts instead for casual dignity. The brick walls and sturdy wooden tables reflect an unspoken masculinity, where gym-chiseled guppies go for a stiff drink — not a cosmo or a glass of pinot noir, but a Jack and Coke. The menu offers a solid selection of American comfort cuisine, ideal for entertaining a queer business associate, but your best bet is to hit up Bar 10 for brunch. Its patio sits equidistant from Robertson and San Vicente, practically VIP seating to judge the cavalcade of queer craziness stumbling down Santa Monica Boulevard as you sip your bottomless mimosa. Much like the men around you, expect it to be strong, too.