The Bike Stop

Philly’s [2] leather bar is a chill neighborhood watering hole to gather with friends and enjoy cheap pitchers—and the occasional spanking. Depending on the night, patrons can see either sitcom reruns on the flat-panel TVs or watch a leather-clad man getting whipped on stage; it’s the luck of the draw.

The little-used 3rd floor offers a small dance floor, but it’s the downstairs Pit Stop room that draws a crowd for its underwear-only Wednesdays and cruise-y weekend nights.