I’m quite familiar with the place, I tell him. “The doorman told me I should check out Blow Buddies,” he says. A few months back, I had a similar situation, albeit in reverse, while driving past the Power Exchange …Ī guy flags me down and immediately tells me he’s a tourist and has ended up at the wrong place. Poor communication with a cab driver? A mix up in a Google search? Racing through the littered streets of the Tenderloin, I can’t help but wonder how this guy ended up at a gay cruising bar instead of the hetero sex club he was looking for. “Well, you’re going to the right place now.”
