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Stopping by the Beach Hotel is a required part of any visit to the Grove. It's the kind of place where you can be yourself and people will accept you, where strangers smile and say 'hello' as they walk by. A little bit of paradise.
- Wild Side Magazine |
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"Yes, the 64 units are small, but they are clean, modern and have private baths; the name of the game here is partying. The bar and pool (the largest on Fire Island) are hopping day and night, and in the wee hours the place can resemble a gay bathhouse, with room doors left invitingly ajar, especially in the rear."
- Access, Gay USA |
"Enjoy the glorious absence of cars. Just don't try to walk between the Pines and the Grove or you could get lost in the Meat Rack, where strangers grope each other (of course, if this appeals to you, by all means do walk)." - Michael Musto, Gossip/Nightlife |
Rooms small but clean with standard motel furnishings. It's the focal point of Cherry Grove, a true party hotel, and, are frankly, your best bet if coming to Fire Island to get laid.
- Fodor's Gay Guide to the USA |
![]() It doesn't take you long to realize that you are not in Kansas anymore. It's an uninhibited party community that is gay, gay, gay and it offers one of the most beautiful beaches you'll ever find anywhere. - Honcho Magazine |
Now, suddenly, cute tattooed East Village boys and funky girls, the kind who favor Avenue A over Chelsea, are choosing Cherry Grove. The resurgence of Cherry Grove has been fueled by the growing number of young men who don't feel the need to conform to the more conservative standards of gay culture. They're ditching the yoke of deep-pocketed affluence and gym-sculpted good looks that have ruled gay men's culture since the early '80s.
"I live in the East Village, and Cherry Grove is very East Village," says Patrick, a Manhattanite in his mid-30s. The record producer Danny Field, who's rented in the Grove since 1986, has brought many people out for the first time. "We got deemed the next generation of Cherry Grove, and everyone is so nice to us," says Brandon Rivard, a 26-year-old artist who is sharing a three-bedroom house with his boyfriend Michael Meagher, who is a filmmaker, and three friends, "and I like meeting all the people who've been coming out for 30 years." By 3:30 on the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend, the tea dance at the Ice Palace in the Grove is hopping. Blenders are whirring and muumuu-clad waiters are slinging mud slides. The dance floor is packed with bodies of every size, shape and form, from taut, tanned long-haired lesbians to circles of multi-culti gay men to an older straight couple wearing togas to a tall, beautiful drag queen named Candy doing runway across the dance floor.
- Nora Burns, Long Island Voice, June 10-16, 1999 |
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