Stacy’s at Melrose

If the gay agenda includes more bars like Stacy’s, you can understand why conservatives feel so threatened: It’s a blast in here. Sundays are for drag brunch, Mondays are for karaoke, Wednesdays for gothed-out dance parties, and Fridays are for — well, more drag and more dancing. You’ll also find a grab-bag of the sort of oddball pet projects that let you know you’re living in a real city full of genuine weirdos. We’re thinking here of the dunk-tank fundraiser at Pride, the “gender-expansive” dance parties, the freakin’ Shrek raves, the reality-show-like Rising Stars talent series, the Christmas-themed burlesque in July and the all-trans oil wrestling competition. The dance floor is large enough to feel like a party and small enough to keep you in hip-to-hip contact with friendly strangers amid decor that feels like Dracula’s castle crossed with Mario Kart’s Rainbow Road. The rear patio is a perfect spot to slow down long enough to actually exchange names and Instagram contacts. And the bathrooms are a mystery for you to explore on your own.