Marix Tex Mex
OK, let’s be honest: the wait can be long, the service is so-so, the food is hit-and-miss, and heaven forbid Jennifer Aniston needs a table the night you’re there. So why would you want to stop by the quaint little house on Flores that’s been converted into a restaurant? Because if you’re looking for a place that’s raining men – gaggles of gorgeous, gregarious, well-groomed gay men downing pitcher after pitcher of blood-orange margaritas – Marix is a downright downpour. Skip the tacos and come solely for the tequila-soaked singles scene.