Jamboree Lounge

I have a gay son, so we finished eating, and he wanna stop by this bar and have a beer, but I realize he was looking for someone here, the dj, and in fact the lovely bartender told us, unfortunately the dj doesn’t work anymore there, my son explain how important was this guy cause my son explain me he played live concerts on the tv’s and play a lot music from the 80’s and the 90’s, and everytime my son wanna see a video or hear a song, the dj played for him, and not many places do that anymore; was a really good experience coming here with my son, and also he told me what really happen in the patio, but for respect he don’t go (my son is a hopeless romantic) and we really have a good time, just pay the $ 10 fee to get in, free parking and enjoy the evening with the drag show

This piace is horrible no liquor a $ 5 coveR charge for a blAck room filled with old F***S
Who are desperate came here for a drink with my guy and it was tragic so lame only reason we stayed is cause we wanted a drink.
U suck too bartender big nads

heard about the crazy drag show here, heard it started late. showed up at 2am friday night, full parking lot. blaring music. was charged $ 5 cover at the door – asked if there was a show going on – was told yes. paid $ 5…entered…the club is empty. the bartender says everyone’s in the back. the back is a dark as a buttcrack cruising area. i leave within 3 minutes of entering, ask for my $ 5 back – they won’t give it back. they say, well, you can come back anytime tonight. the drag show will be at 5am, they said. i’ll pass…

So how could I be dinning at Michy’s, Uva, Lo De Lea Argentinean Grill and so many surrounding places yet not notice what is said to be Miami’s oldest gay sleaze bar located right under my nose? Perhaps I have defective or inoperative gaydar; god forbid!
Anyway, with my horrid taste in bars and affection towards the sleaze of life, I was compelled to visit.
What I found was a dark, blindly difficult to see in, beer and rot gut wine only sleazy dive bar of the worst order which I of course immediately liked. The customers covered a wide range of ages, but mostly 30ish – 40ish, all somewhat appearing disheveled but kindly and friendly enough. I think the disheveled appearance is not necessarily them, but a part of a socially mandatory dress code for the bar. I have to confess I was surprised as well as flatter by the lonely twinky that gave me a crotch grope, the butchy that gave me the ass pat and the queeny one who complimented my beautiful hair; that is like the hair on my head, less you get the wrong idea.
There is a stage, apparently for drag or other questionable performances, none of which I had the opportunity to view, but will someday return to witness. However there is a small outdoor patio, better known as a «meat rack» area containing a number of choice, select but few prime cuts of gays fondling each other or otherwise engaged in obvious foreplay type of «pick up» chat.
It’s clearly meant to be and is a sleazy, dive-​y, gay pick up bar, nothing more or nothing less, and as such is an obvious success as the numbers of loyal patrons to it are a clear testament.
So do I like it? Yeah, I do, and would I go back? Yes, I would because for what it is and what it is meant to be, it succeeds and the only real aversion one may have would originate solely out of personal as opposed to an objective evaluation. That is, however, only IMHO.

$ 5 is worth the cover. It’s the way Miami Bars use to be. A place to cum and get a way from the real world.

To Jamboree or not to Jamboree? Nope, that’s not the question, but on this particular Saturday night, the answer was yes!
My friend calls the drag show here, «el espectaculo» — and that’s exactly what it was. The queens don’t know the words to the songs they’re lip-​synching and they look nothing like the singers they’re imitating, but get here heavily intoxicated, and it’s a riot. I’ve been here twice now and had one good (fine, it was semi-​decent) experience and one bad one. They only sell wine and beer so you need to arrive intoxicated or you’ll want to leave quickly. This place is much better for gay boys (actually, old, dirty men) than for the lezzies (note: the drag queens will pick on you). It has a back room where lewd and lascivious activities must be going on because the bartender flew from the bar to the back door once to make sure I did not go out there. Either way, some of my voyeurist friends seem to enjoy it back there.
The last time I went, the DJ was spinning some fun music to dance to and the crowd was fun to watch. This place is probably not good for tourists looking for a gay establishment or a good drag show. The $ 5 cover is also probably a little steep for what you get, but, if you go with the right people, it can be a fun place to end your night.

I stopped here on a recent Saturday night at about 11:30 p.m. There was a $ 5 cover charge to get in, the bar is dimly lit, they sell only beer and wine ($ 4 for Coronas, not bad!), and when I was here they had music playing from an iPod for people to dance to in the back corner and some 1990s era porn playing on a screen behind the bar. From the looks of it, this place caters to a mostly Latin clientele and to be honest, Jamboree is the closest thing to a true dark and dirty, no-​frills dive bar I’ve seen in the LGBT community (not that there’s anything wrong with dive bars, but I chuckle when I see some of their ads which try and make this place look or sound like it’s a classy joint — It’s definitely not).
It seemed that many people were here to have a drink and visit the area in the back of the place (read Carlos P.‘s review for a description), as most would only stick around at the bar for a few minutes before disappearing behind the curtain. I wasn’t really into that and neither the bartender or the few patrons here seemed terribly friendly, so I finished off my beer and went elsewhere.

$ 5 cover to get into a complete shithole (that is not a joke, it really is horribly dirty and disgusting). Cash only bar with no ATM. One would think that the oldest gay bar in Miami would have the wisdom of putting a cash dispensing machine in their cash-​only business.

Run, don’t walk, away from this place if you are a female.
With no liquor license, they only sell beer and wine (at $ 4, it’s a steal). And that’s all folks! Sit there, have a beer, watch some porn, then stay for the horrifying yet hilarious drag show they put on at about 2 am.
And if you’re feeling really adventurous, venture out to the backyard where it’s so dark that you can’t even see your hand in front of your face. What you will see is a lot of shadows that are humping, on their knees or walking around looking for a good time. Oh, and did I mention that if you keep an ear out, you will hear the romantic sounds of slurps and moans?
What can happen here, WILL happen here. It’s up to you if you want to stay and watch or even participate… at your own risk!