Come 2am on any given night, you can’t tell who the gays are anymore. What makes the Saint such a melting pot? Dancing. Every night. Grittier than the Bonham and often twice as loud, the Saint has served more dollar drinks to drag queens than anywhere else in town. If you’re lucky, you might stumble upon a pageant or the highly unpredictable amateur night – if that happens, save us a seat on the carpeted bleachers – the dollar drinks are on us.