If you know the Eagle then you know what your are on for..Is not the SFO Eagle. ..But alway fun for Dickslap slap. Great place for all people that are open to new experiences. read more

A coupla years ago a bartender at The Eagle assumed that I (a masculine black man) was straight and asked me to leave. I've been openly gay in Seattle since the 1970's. read more

Fun Underwear Parties!!! Great Staff... Good Music... Good Parties.. Just not worth paying a door charge if there is no event. Just Sayin! read more

Incredibly overpriced drinks for what it is. $9 + tip for large red solo cup w literally a 3 second pour. No love there... but they sure fill it up w your mixer!! Then the bartender even stayed at the cash register & insinuated to give him the remainder of the cash I paid, as his tip . GFY! Very small place too. read more

When comin into this bar, there were not alot people, but it was early so me and friend decide just to go in anyways. I've never been discriamnte the bartener and staff has treated me. Also most of locals and staff are white, and looked at us like they never seen a black person before. They extreme rasict and rude. NEVER COME TO THIS BAR UNLESS YOU ARE WHITE read more

Dead, but it is a Monday night after all, the big bummer is $8.00 for a watered down glass of cranberry, which was supposed to be a crab-Vodka- Really?!?!? $8 for. Cocktail that had no presence of vodka???? LAME!!! Not what I expect from the Eagle-booooooo- shame on you bartender with the Sherman jersey-And he was inappropriately rude to a patron that my not be as pretty as he- tisk tisk--- read more

In the midst of a drunken romp through Capitol Hill, my friend Nicky and I decided to open the door and check this place out. There was a cover, providing more than enough excuse to not venture past the entry way. As we learned this, I noticed a sign that said it was "Hanky Code Night" and I asked what that was all about. "Well, step inside and I will explain," the doorman said, taking down a chart that laid out the rules. Turns out any of a multitude of colors of hankies in one's back pocket is a signal to other visitors as to what your, um, tastes are. The sign said a blue hanky in the left pocket indicated you were a top while the right pocket indicated you were a bottom. Mustard left meant you were packing 8+ and on the right meant you were looking for more than 8. "I stay away from the reds and the browns myself," the doorman told us. I looked at the chart. Red on the left meant you took a fist, and on the left meant you gave a fist. Brown on the left was a scat top and on the right was a scat bottom. We had a good, albeit nervous, chuckle, thanked the doorman for the education, and walked backwards out the door. We're not allowed to post 2 reviews, so here is the sequel, a month later. Linda, my housemate, is the older sister of Nicky, with whom I had the previous adventure and education at the Eagle. The other night, Linda and I were walking around after a meal at Baguette Box and as we passed the Eagle, the story of Hanky Night came up. Just then, a man with white toothpick legs, above-the-knees denim shorts, and a loose wife-beater tank top burst out the door and onto the sidewalk as if there'd been an explosion inside. He had dark hair, glasses, and a mustache that looked so much like a caterpillar that I thought it would crawl around. Linda peeked in the door before it closed again. "Oh you couldn't even handle it, honey!" the man said to Linda. "I dunno, I can handle a lot. I've heard about this place," she said. "Then follow me, I'll take you on a tour." I never wanted to go back, but I really hadn't seen the interior, just the entry, so I followed. "Oh man, I'm gonna get in trouble for this," scrawny dude said. "I'm not allowed to let girls in. But whatever, it's early evening so it's OK." Linda likened the tour to a twisted Disneyland ride. It began like this: We were seated in an invisible little car that placed us next to each other and behind the dude. The safety bar lowered and, slowly and with a lot of anticipation, the car began its ascent up the stairs to the left. It was a narrow stairwell and I looked up to see a few gentlemen shooting a game of pool. Nothing out of the ordinary, I thought to myself, before remembering a Yelp review that mentioned gay porn near the pool tables. At the crest of the stairs, a group of men stood casually, drinks in hand, peering at something to our right. Our imaginary car rotated to the right, but continued in the same direction. I am pretty sure there was a mirror behind us, reflecting the image of what we saw: beyond the pool table was a wall-size projection of some good old fashioned anal fisting. Cue the spooky music and ghoulish laughter of the Haunted House ride. I was too chicken to make eye contact with the guys watching, and was honestly a bit astounded that not just gay sex, but anal fisting, with a rubber glove, was being shown at a bar. And how casual the whole thing was. The car continued it's forward motion, rotating back to the initial direction. Outside, in the summer sunlight, a group of men were sharing drinks on an outdoor patio. I like outdoor patios. I think I'll pass though. The car took a sudden right turn, plunging down a stairwell that took another right, to lead us back the direction we came. To our right was a bar, decorated with cyclone fence. A wide array of bottles. And up above us the anal fisting continued, lazily, as a buildup for what was bound to be some great butt sex. A man played video poker at a barstool, others probably stared, but I could see the exit was within reach. As our ride came to a close, I remembered to keep my hands and arms inside the car, but was quite ready to leave. Our dude said something about how he was going to get in trouble for that little tour and that he had to give Linda a kiss to make it all better. I watched in horror as the lip warmer made its way towards poor Linda's pouty lips. Linda and I have gay friends. We let them kiss us. But there was something about this guy. I was relieved that he hadn't turned to me. And then, he did. "OK, I have to give you a kiss too-ooo!" "Uh no." He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me close to him. The caterpillar, it was moving into a pucker shape. I covered my mouth and turned my head. "Nuh-uh." All I could think about were the myriad penises that had passed that lip warmer. The fluids, diseases. No! "Come on, it's time to pay up!" he said. "On my cheek." Oh no, out of characters! Cliffhanger ending! read more

What the hell!!?? Pool table gone? I didn't need another cuff or Pony! Put it back the way it was!

While this is the first time I've visited this venue, it certainly won't be my last. The pours are spot-on, the bartender made me feel welcome the moment I walked in, the space is intimate without being confining, and the clientele were friendly while being willing to give space to a nervous out-of-towner. I'll be honest: tonight has set the bar for the rest of my vacation in Seattle, and if the rest of my time in this city is as pleasant as this experience has been, then this is going to be one of the best vacations I've ever had. read more

Really sad but this bar has gone hill. It is nothing like the other Eagles Bars in other cities across the country. Bartenders are rude. The drinks are not good drinks. Plus, i don't go to the Eagle to see a woman pole dance. If I wanted to see a women dance show, I would need to attend a gentleman's club not a gay bar. This is very sad.... read more

I must say, I'm a bit saddened that the Seattle Eagle has a paltry 2-star rating on Yelp. What gives, fuckers? Come on, a little dirty never hurt anyone! I was visiting Seattle last weekend, and, having partied at the Atlanta, Baltimore (!) and San Francisco Eagles, I knew that the Seattle Eagle was tops on my list to check out. When I arrived at the bar, the doorman, a hot daddy bear in leather hot pants, asked for my ID. In return, I grabbed his nipples. From there, I knew I was going to enjoy this bar. The bartenders were hot. Shaved heads-- check. Full beards-- check. Muscular, shirtless bodies-- check. Tattoos-- hell yes, check! (FWIW, the bartenders were actually hotter here than in Atlanta and San Francisco, and that's saying A LOT.) Out on the deck, I sipped beer while a couple of bears had a go at it in the corner. Upstairs, I braved the gauntlet of trolls and made my way to the pool table that became my perch for the rest of the evening. From what I could tell, this is the Eagle that I've come to know in every city I've been to. Anything less, and I would be disappointed. NOTE: Although I had fun here, they lose a star for charging a $5 cover. WTF? read more

I went here with my partner on a Sunday night; it had been several months since my last visit. We walked right in, there was no bouncer, and continued to walk past the bar. For a Sunday night I thought it would be more dead. We played a game of pool and went out to the back patio. There were other patrons outside and then a conversation started. Shortly thereafter the bartender came out, walked up to us and asked us directly, "Are you guys going to order a drink?". Neither one of us responed at first; then he said, "If not you gotta go.". I understand common courtesy, but I wish people could also understand tight finances that limit options. He could have said it a lot more nicely read more

Pool table is back but it's a half table. (Mini table! Most likely from the clearance section)

Why do I keep coming here? The drinks don't get any stronger than a measured pour, the music is OK, but the sound system sounds 'off', and they charge a cover for the most pitifully attendees events. The space itself doesn't lend itself to meeting or chatting. Lurking upstairs is kinda interesting, with all the dated laser effects, but *come on*. We can do better. read more

Sorry excuse for a leather bar. Went there on a Saturday night in the summer. Dead. Maybe 10 guys scattered in three really badly laid out rooms (very narrow). No one is friendly - including the jerk at the door. Its like a Terderloin dive bar - ugly ugly ugly (and I'm into rough trade but there are limits). Not worth your time. As someone below aptly put it: THE HORROR read more

There are no many gay bars in Seattle I like but this is one of them. As long as you arrive at the right time. If you go earlier than 11 pm, you´ll only find, as a friend of mine says, "unhappy people". But starting at 11 it´s very fun and cute guys, read more

I had the best time chatting up the bartenders. They are amazingly knowledgeable on all things that go bump in Seattle's nightlife. I even learned what the Seattle Freeze means lol I just wish I could remember the bartenders name who doubles as Mr. leather Seattle... anyone know? read more

Awful bartenders! I give props to friendly patrons. Prices are reasonable......The place can be a bit small... The outdoor patio is nice.... If you want to have awful bartenders and have lousy customer service, The Seattle Eagle is for you. Better go to CC's or Cuff... CC and Cuff have good customer service.... read more

The bartender used to work with my husband in Oklahoma! What a small world. He is friendly, makes a good greyhound, and I'm groovin' to the electronic music waiting on my Jinkx Monsoon. It's a fun night in the city. As long as the trolls stay away from my man, it's all good. read more

Absolutely love going on the nights when there is an event happening. It can be a little slow the rest of the time. Keep up the interesting themes and I will keep on coming in for sure! read more

This sleazy bar is what it is. It's honest, dirty, and is what the Cuff Complex and a few other bars would like to be. Maybe it's music is iffy depending on the night- but there's few places that have an ourdoor smoking area that feels as right. One of the only bars that a lot of REAL action goes on sometimes, so if you're looking for a darker or grittier experience without hitting up a bathhouse, this is your place. read more

Travel to Seattle from London now & again with work. The Eagle keeps me smiling. Staff always friendly & that works for me. As for the barman. YES PLS!!!!! read more

We were visiting from New Hampshire and went on a Saturday night. The cover was $6 and not sure why...the place was fairly empty, must be to pay for the place to stay open and the terrible staff. This place should be ashamed to call themselves an Eagle. Very tiny place and very awkward. We would say it was the worst Eagle we have been to and the worst bar in Seattle...DON'T waste your time here, definitely NOT worth it! read more

Moved to Seattle about 8 months ago. Tuesday nights at the Eagle have become my favorite. The bar tender knows me and what I drink and is always friendly. I've heard others call him Daddy but I just call him sexy. The music is always great on Tuesday and I've made some great friends since coming here. Recommend this bar on a Tuesday. Friendly. Great atmosphere. Great music and drink. read more

I went to the Eagle Seattle last night. Fist and LAST time I'll step foot in that place. The space was quite empty. Maybe 15 guys in the whole place. Though it was really slow, the bartender took about 5 minutes to acknowledge me at the bar while finishing a conversation with his friend. SCENE: Me standing at the bar patiently being ignored. Fat, bald, bartender carrying on conversation with his friend at the bar. "Girl, I woulda cut him. I'm tellin you girl." (Not a very masculine guy for a leather bar). Once I was served I had to repeat my order twice. 5 Syllables. "Rol-ling Rock bot-tle." Empty bar. No distractions. I don't stutter or have a weak voice. I had to repeat myself after waiting 5 minutes for his attention? His response... "What?" Upon getting my beer and handing me my change he dropped the loose coins on the bar and walked away. Really??? WTF??? I live in San Francisco. I know gay bar etiquette. I know bartenders. This guy was a total DOUCHE BAG! Don't waste your time or money. read more